Miracles. They do not exist. The ideas, situations we find and label a miracle can be drilled down to chance, statistic, numbers.
If we really thought and thought and thought about what we are and where we are and what we do we will no doubt find boring routine. Nothing miraculous at all.
Is our miracle of a life supposed to be one of many born to suffocate within iteration?
We are supposed to learn from our past. Have we? I beg to differ. We have found only ways to make the same in modern times. And as we progress exponentially we will repeat disastrous results, wars, crime, beauty, genius inventions already been done, fun times, at a quickened pace.
I am tired of this world, this life, this unseen grand idea of progressing humanity forward. What are we doing? Pointless. I am tired.
What a miracle of routine we are all a part of.