The coup-de-grace...

                               I was created when the maker gave in to perfection 

                                                                                                     - yours truly

For eons, a puff of atomic dust floated through nothingness, swirling, absorbing, making its tortuous way across wilderness, utterly unaware of the esoteric future in store for it.

Due to a series of mind boggling coincidences that puff of dust was initially grabbed by the gravitational pull of a passing, nebulous looking, mass of dust, rocks and gas. Next it was splashed all around the mass, ripping it apart but still maintaining its integrity. Then the puff of dust miraculously reassembled into a section of the mass which subsequently was flung out into space.

Thus the final resting location of the trillions of molecules of the initial dust cloud was a gravitational orbit some fifteen crore kilometers from the initial mass.

The extremely lucky dust cloud then was elevated to heights beyond reason. If it was an unthinkable coincidence until then, the next few happenings must have lit the flame of extreme invinciblity and self wonderment within the maker himself.

The dust cloud, which until then was just a group of random particles brought together by sheer chance, began to explode into indescribable vibrancy and exhibit free will, that forerunner to all observable experiences, under the most breathtaking of probabilistic occurences. 

This then was all that was required of supernatural intervention. The rest is as we have learnt to say, History. The more recent yet elegant spouting of life all over the earth (our puff of dust) in a cornucopia of colors, sizes and shapes marks a epoch in evolutionary incandescence beginning from the uni to the multi-cellular, from micro to the macro, every single grain of nature, every single whiff of moisture laden air, every single time we wonder about the reason we are afraid of the dark, or why we are drawn to the sweet scent of rain drenched earth, or when a stretch of landscape we drive through makes your heart wrench in esctacy, when we sometimes feel as if the world was created just because God could have you in it thinking just what you are at this moment is a triumph in itself.

To think that all this started due to a quantum disturbance in the very fabric of spacetime sometimes makes me wonder if I have got it the other way around...........