I am not sure I know what is predictable and what is a miracle.
One of the common arguments against evolution is to list all the things that would have to be just right for life to emerge. It's just so so improbable. You start listing all the parameters and it does come to 1 over billions or something.
But what is the chance that I'm writing this post to you now? An entire universe had to happen just so for this event to occur. My parents had to attend Tulane in the 60s. Their parents had to meet in whatever way they met. I know my grandmother took a teaching job in northern Louisiana. Without that, no blog post.
Each of their parents had to meet, and theirs before that, and what if Genghis Khan had turned right instead of left so that my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandma doesn't hide in the same bush as that nice guy. So I'm writing this to you now because Genghis Khan turned right. Thanks, Genghis!
Of course, it doesn't stop there. While I have been thinking about chance for a few weeks, it was reading a related post over at Mother Reproduces' blog that made me write today. What if she'd had a headache that day on March 21, 2008, and not written that post. And I was reading that entry because I was at McK's where she linked to Whirl and then Mother wrote a comment on Whirl's blog.
In short, billions of people over thousands of years had to do just what they did, a vast conspiracy, for this amazing event, this blog post, to occur.
Yet here it is.
And it's such an ordinary blog post at that.