Flabbergastingly Beneficial Accidents

Why we have a hard time accepting what we are

I make this one short — lurking through Medium today, I came across this quote:

People everywhere seem willing to accept the idea that we were either created by God, or that we exist due to a mega-series of flabbergastingly beneficial accidents.

It’s from an article I don’t want to link back, but the quote itself is apparently from a book by some guys named Knight and Butler — hilarious combination of names if you ask me.

I don’t want to comment on God, but those “flabbergastingly beneficial accidents” got me thinking.

The authors were dismissing the idea, but my first reaction was, “Holy shit, but that’s precisely how it feels when you are a ‘flabbergastingly beneficial accident’”.

I mean, imagine someone knocks at your door and tries to give you a case full of money.

“Good afternoon, you won a lottery.”

“But, I didn’t buy a lottery ticket,” you may argue.

“Never mind,” the man smiles, “the money is yours anyway,” and leaves.

In the same way we have a hard time to accept that we are an anomaly with such gigantic meaning as to be aware of it, together with all those processes that created us (and more, but I don’t want to go any deeper now).

It almost seems, that despite everything, we crave to be average. We try to find solace in our mediocrity. Though, whatever we do, however we try to obfuscate it, we are anything but that.

Talk about magic and responsibility.