Isn't it though?

Warrgarble, my friends. Warrgarble! Also, if you don't like the word fuck you should stop reading. But you already knew that, didn't you?

4.6 billion years ago (or if you're a Christian, last April at your uncle's cookout) the universe spewed out from a point of singularity, setting into motion a chain of events that I can only think of as "Majestic Chaos." Lots of seemingly random events happened for a lot of mathematical reasons; most of which would've been pretty exciting to watch.

Over the course of the last 200,000 years(or, again, if you're a Christian, last Halloween) humans have been roaming on a rock that just conveniently has enough of everything to make us happy and prosper. Also, not so conveniently, that rock has more than enough of everything to kill us; ourselves included. We've built, we've destroyed and we've loved and hated and survived and died and done all sorts of things that SHOULD have killed us but didn't. That's a long time for your exact ancestors to have made it long enough for you to be born.

Neat.

"Good news, everyone!" - Professor Hubert Farnsworth, Futurama