By: CJShee
Competition Year: 2013
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Nothing you could ever achieve will make your existence more miraculous.
What is another grain of sand on a dune?
Another wavelength of sound within a tune?
Another photon colliding with the moon?

The fact that I and/or you are conscious,
in the vastness of the known universe
is an inevitable near impossibility;
but holds on its own an innate improbability.
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