I muse about my existence.

I sometimes stroke my beard and cast my eyes upwards and I try to understand what I am and where I am. The answer lately is that I'm an incredibly lucky inhabitant of this Earth in this infinite Universe. Of all the atoms and millions of molecules which exist in this Universe what are the chances that I'm a collection of molecules able to contemplate my existence? I have a body that supports a mind, but that body is disgustingly inadequate to support my thoughts for long. I try for clear thoughts, but external events keep interfering, and the aches and pains and concern for my loved ones bring me "down to Earth" so that my thoughts about the "Universe" are forgotten. So I guess I am destined to trod the muck of this Earth, which keeps sucking at my feet.