a strange arrangement

Watchmen- Alan Moore

Jon Osterman:	Thermo-Dynamic Miracles. Events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I'd long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter. Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold. That is the crowning of unlikelihood. The Thermo-Dynamic Miracle.
Laurie Jupiter:	But... If me, my birth, if that's a Thermo-Dynamic Miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!
Jon Osterman:	Yes. Anybody in the world. But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget. I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.