The idea of impossible odds comes up as a thought that accompanies a sense of wonder over something in the way things are. Ultimately it is related to the simple realization that things are, especially we ourselves. That feeling of awe, a mixture of joy and fear is hard to define operationally. It would seem impossible to communicate what one knows in terms that one who doesn’t, may be able to understand. So we talk about odds, hoping that mathematically oriented persons may get a hint of the message. I’ve heard arguments about the miracle that is the eye brought forth as evidence for intelligent design, only to result in a series of rebuttals outlining all its deficiencies. Interestingly, it is the deficiencies, the nonbeing that surrounds us that tunes us in to what is. Having been blind at one point and my vision partially returned, John 9:3 rings clear and true: “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.” To speak about the odds that material substances come together to produce the informational pathways of cells and their molecular components, resulting in the shapes and colours that comprise the visual world is probably the worst way to present the miracle of life, but it seems all we have in communicating with some people.