…What if your eyes spin in their sockets look deep into the frontal lobes to see yourself dangling by the merest strands of chemical bonds? What are you supposed to think of that…I am a chemical experiment? Or what about the electrical impulses that move the heart muscle…are you really just a battery powered gizmo? …You got up in the morning and spent the day awash in the elements of the universe. You found a way through all the atoms to the ones that matter. The ones that make up your wife and kids, or your husband and children, or your partner and black lab, or…well, you know. …The tiniest of pieces might be the one to tip the scale in your favor; may save the day, bring the merest of smiles to your face at just the right moment, so the love of your life can know it is safe to take a chance. Or what if that perfectly aerodynamic electron fails at just the wrong point in space and the plane plunges into a fiery tangle of quarks, leptons, and bosons. And the last thing you see is the God particle leeching out of the skull of some poor bastard whose electrons were perfectly aligned that morning. …And you are justified in asking: what’s the point of it all anyway? Or at least you can ask: what am I worrying about? There may be nothing but the fate you have, the one in the sealed envelope, the one that came out of the original flash/bang, the one that has you wondering: why me? why now? why worry?