In his recently released autobiography, Waging Heavy Peace, musician Neil Young at one point states that, "I love living."
     Indeed.  Don't we all?  We all love being alive, we all love having a life, we all love not being dead sooner than we would like.  We treasure existence.  As we should.
     As cosmologist Stephen Hawkings might say (though he would draw a very different conclusion than mine about its origins), it is a grand design in which we live, a remarkable schemata of form and being that we occupy, an amazing framework into which we are born.
     Precisely:  how could anything as wonderful as this have come about by accident, for no point, for no apparent reason?  Why else would we be here?  Who would know?  Who would imagine?
     What a gift of God.