Editor's Blog Feb 29th 2012
Why?
Consider a human being, any human being. Consider the amount of random incidences that have to transpire for that human being to exist. I constantly question my existence, not in a religious way, as this would be senseless.
I question my existence at a fundamental level. What did it take for me to be me?
In its simplest form and not going back where I would have to trace every single ancestor on both sides and the series of random events that would eventually lead to when my father met my mother. For simplicity I will start there.
My parents met. They got naked one night I travelled the short but extremely hostile distance between my father’s testicles to my mother’s womb, beating some 50 million other possible persons for the ultimate prize, LIFE.
For about eight weeks I divided several times becoming a foetus (which for some reason remind me of Cashews nuts), the next seven months I spent as a parasite sucking all the nutrients out of my mother, for which it appears she has never forgiven me.
One day, the muscles in my mother’s abdomen began to contract and I felt myself being pushed down the “Birth Canal” over a period of several hours. I have been told many times that due to my head being so big, the medical team had to use obstetric forceps to pull me out the last few inches from my warm dark home, kicking and screaming and very naked into the cold and very bright world.
So where I am I going with all this I hear you ask, well there are times when I feel a bit unsure of myself or look at what I have achieved over four decades and think is it enough am I a viable human being.
I am sure that at times you yourself may feel down and out, but when you feel that way remember just one thing.
You were the fastest sperm.
Ed.
