the chance of being me is basically zero. even for ME.

This just makes me feel so humble, like I am here for a reason. The chances of my existing are so immeasurably low that I must be here for some reason. I’ve got something to do in this world, and nothing would be the same without me. And the same goes for you.

I spent a little bit of time looking at this the other day. It’s fascinating, so I thought I’d share… author Ali Binazir attempts to quantify our existence.
So, your mum and dad meet (which is already a chance of 1 in 20,000…) And then the probability of them staying together long enough to have kids is about 1 in 2,000. Which is where this series of graphics comes in to illustrate:

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About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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