Exceptions

Was sitting bored in class...(what else will I be doing in bio??!!) when I saw these 4 or 5 kids sitting (in the front row obviously) totally rapt, with open mouths and wide eyes, gaping at the teacher.
The rest of the class was gaping at them.
Exceptions, obviously.


Why is it that for every single thing, there are these people who turn out to be different?
Different in thought, different in actions, different someway.
Always.

How is it that for something (supposedly) everyone likes, there is always a person who detests it?
Something might be thought to be universally hated, but why is there always someone who has a fervent passion for it?

Exceptions.


What would you say if I gave you the lifeless expanse of a desert , proved that life did not exist there for miles around, except on a small speck of sand lying indistinguishable among all the rest?
A speck so minuscule, that even if you tried to see it standing upright, you'd fail.

And on that very speck, if I said, there existed billions of life forms, millions of species, some of them sized a trillionth of that speck.

And what if each of them consisted of particles even smaller, so small they weren't even visible to those tiny organisms?

Brimming with these life forms, what if it was just this speck that showed all this?
Just this among those vast multitudes of sand.

Unimaginable, isn't it?

Yet, that is exactly what the Earth is.
An exception.


Our existence is an exception.


Call it what you may: fate, divine intervention, co-incidence, or even science.....
...life is an exception.


And so is your class nerd. Jeez.