A thought occurred to me yesterday, and I want to get it down before I forget it. It seems to be universally agreed upon, whether you are theist or atheist, that one of the characteristics of dead matter is the following: it can sometimes come to life.
Let me say it more explicitly. Whether you’re Jewish and thinking of the dry bones chapter in Ezekiel (“Can these bones live?”), a Christian applying the principle to the resurrection of Jesus, or an atheist applying it to the moment on earth when chemistry, all by its lonesome, turned into biochemistry, all agree that it is in the nature of things that dead matter should sometimes become, out of the blue, alive. It never happens in our experience, but we are all convinced that it can happen, and even that it has happened–that it must have happened.
Isn’t that interesting?