I tried to explain. Thermodynamic
miracles--events with odds against so
astronomical, like oxygen turning into
gold. I have longed to witness such a
thing and yet I neglect that in human
coupling, millions upon millions of cells
compete to create life over generation
after generation: Until finally, your
mother loves a man--Edward Blake, the
Comedian--a man she has every reason to
hate. And out of that contradiction,
against unfathomable odds, it was you,
only you, that emerged. To distill so
specific a form from all of that chaos;
Your creation is like . turning air
into gold. A miracle.
But if my birth is a miracle you, you
could say that about anyone.
Yes, anyone in the world. But the world
is so crowded with miracles that they
become commonplace and we forget. I
They stand there in silence. Connected for the first time in
DR. MANHATTAN (CONT'D)
Now. Dry your eyes.
DR. MANHATTAN (V.0.)(CONT'D)
And let's go home.