The fact that you are here, living sentient and hopefully whole is down to a myriad of interlinked events not least that your  venerable ancestors copulated your existence in a series of fortuitous meetings and that their children survived to repeat the process that eventually brought you into the world.  It’s a simple regressive logical certainty: cause and effect. No great feat to understand . When a stone rolls down a hill others follow or when the Golden Horde of Chingiz Khan rolled out of the steppes to burn and loot and rape their way to the gates of Europe that a vast remnant of their D.N.A would be left behind to seed its way into our bloodlines.  Indeed many reading this would be dismayed to find out that their chromosomes were part of that great wave of forcible copulation and death.  Years have gone by since then and we are here, I writing this and you hopefully reading and taking it in. That a son of Ghingiz or the great Khan himself may be your ancestor and as such be the direct reason for your existence is enough to make you sit and wonder on the nature of the world  and perhaps give a wry smile.

That a human individual is responsible for your existence does not take too much intellect to understand but  what about a raindrop. Could a single raindrop be responsible ( if responsibility can attributed to non sentient,  natural phenomena or abstract concepts like mathematics or time.) for your existence?  It’s hard to envisage isn’t it? How a single raindrop could cause your destiny to be skewed enough to lead to your annihilation or vice versa but perhaps in this vast scheme of things where many spiritual people believe that everything happens for a reason and that we are preordained to fulfil what is “ written “ then the raindrop is just another inevitability.

Modern man has more to him than that though; haven’t we? I am master of my own destiny and nothing is written either in the stars or in my palm. I am my own God. Or at least that is what we like to convince ourselves of. Oh yes we read the horoscopes and we pay lip service to the primitive texts but essentially we are free of that shadow of superstition – or at least I thought I was  until a few days ago.