I Am.The universe is full of destruction; planets waste away, stars die, entire galaxies collide - galaxies; galaxies which are paradoxically held together and partially eaten away by black holes. Why, we have a thousand or so hypervelocity stars bouncing around our galaxy alone. In our universe, so far as we can observe, life is scarce; Indeed, so far as we can observe, it is unique.
Around 70,000 years ago, human numbers shrunk to as low as 2000 - humanity only narrowly escaped extinction. So far as one can even account for oneself, as an individual, the chances of one's conception are only one in at least 50 million - and that is to say nothing of the chances of one's parents' conception or of their parents' conception.
And yet here I stand.
Against seemingly impossible odds, and from the depths of that terrific cluster of fire and blackness; from the universe -- which regards even itself with perfect indifference -- I have inherited my sentience.
And Death - inevitable Death - Death which is imminent.
This is why I am grateful to be alive.