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When you think about all the infinitely many galaxies and combinations of DNA, and against all those odds you meet this person – it’s a miracle…’ ‘Right,’ I said. I couldn’t imagine viewing Bill’s presence on Earth as any kind of a miracle, but wasn’t that itself the miracle – that love really was an obscure and unfathomable connection between individuals, and not an economic contest where everyone was matched up by how quantifiably lovable they are?
