It's a miracle of mutation that I'm not currently living in stealthmuffin's spleen.

A little bit of my own actions, and a lot of chance. Maybe if I stood back far enough, the blurry dots of it would resolve into a pattern with some sense.

Incredible unwarranted blessings. Thermodynamic miracles. And the occasional self-willed act; enough to say "It's mostly my own darn fault" when I'm unhappy, but not enough to say "I did it all myself!" when I'm not.