Miracles
"Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold. I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation, until finally, your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate... and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds... it's you... only you that emerged. To distil so specific a form... from all that chaos... is like turning air into gold. A miracle." http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/w/watchmen-script-transcript.html