You wouldn’t have bet on it,
the battered rock
orbiting a star
from the discount bin
of the universe,
wouldn’t have guessed
that it would bloom
mitochondria and music,
that it would mushroom
mountains and minds,
-Maria Popova, from the opening of her poem The Wildest Bet is the Winning Bet (found in its entirety here)
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