Right now, its raining methane on Titan. The planet Uranus, apparently trying to live up to its name, is orbiting the sun sideways, while venus spins backwards. There ares stars exploding, black holes gorging, galaxies colliding.
And here we sit, on a planet pock-marked by collisions, rocked by earthquakes, shaken by storms. a planet doomed to be fried with radiation as its magnetic fields collapse, until finally the sun grows into a red giant and leaves nothing of the Earth but dust.
Here we sit, glasses on over noses, inhalers in our pockets, braces on our teeth, waiting to die as our heart muscles expires, our cells decide to grow forever, or blood vessels just pops and some times in unnatural ways too.
here we sit, and some of us say, behold, look at the order of it all