Science shows that you are a miracle. Yet here you are.
Why? Where did you come from? Where are you going? Why do you even care?
The ancient idea that you are here because someone created you demands a lot of faith. But so does a universe of such complexity appearing here by countless perfect accidents.
What if you're not an accident? What if you’re more than a collection of lucky atoms? What if you’re drawn to search for meaning because it actually exists?