Last weekend I was heading towards Massachusetts on I-88, which is an empty stretch of highway between Albany and Binghamton in the oh-so-beautiful state of New York. -Two relatively straight lanes in each direction, passing through farmland and rolling hills. There is so much of nothing happening on this road that folks often have the chance to read their morning newspapers while commuting to work.
Therefore, when I saw a number of dead deer on the side of the road, and passed over numerous other bloody smears left by the tragic demise of other animals, I thought - how is it that, in all this emptiness, those cars and those animals ended up occupying the same few square inches of space at the same time?! Really, I mean, what are the chances?! It seems so unlikely, and yet....
...and yet I've heard a similar story elsewhere, I think. Pregnancy. Pregnancy, which I've been told is only possible to achieve during a few short hours each month. And I've seen how hard it is - I've watched my friends, with their calendars and their thermometers and their daily testing of cervical mucus, and their months or years of disappointment before success. I've seen some of them plop down thousands of dollars to have it done for them because it just wasn't happening on its own. So how is it that there are so many unplanned babies; how do those eggs and sperm end up occupying those same few square micrometers of space at the same time, at exactly the right time?! Really, I mean, what are the chances? It seems so unlikely, and yet....
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