‘We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? ‘ Richard Dawkins
As soon as he could count it was clear
he was the mathematically impossible winner of a life
in this galaxy, star, earth, in this time,
here at a center of this civilization.
So soon as he could read and reason it was clear
he was the impossible winner of other lotteries:
culture, language, technology, and history;
he would demarcate the borders of infinity.
In puberty, at the rising of the numinous,
fearless, fevered and foolish as youth can be,
emboldened by Darwinian science, and Learning, he planned to steal
candy from the bloody jaws of God.
But this miracle child of blind Chance
stole only the shared lone eye of the three blind Fates.
Now, cherishing it like his own newborn child,
he sings joyously, though chained to the walls of Time.
Yet then recalls that for science nothing is certain;
to doubt is the only law and commandment.
He chants and sings and looks through his stolen eye,
and only fears to see an Eye look back.