In the beginning the universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

I'm not exactly sure how to use this. I'm sure this is common for most bloggers, at least at the beginning.

It's a bit righteous to think other people care enough about your life or the things you're interested in to share them with the world. I'll be the first to admit, if my life was a book, no one would want to read it. At least not yet. So far, it starts out slow.

Gag Halfrunt would be referring to me, in all seriousness, as "just zis girl, ya know?"

I'm not sure I have anything particularly unique to contribute to the internet world. I'm one person out of roughly 7 billion people - on one planet out of eight - in one starsystem out of 100 billion starsystems - in one galaxy out of 100 billion galaxies. I am enormously insignificant.

Essentially, Dr. Manhattan and I share a similar struggle. Humans are insignificant in relation to the rest of space and how much there is, but it's a "miracle" any of us exist in the first place. The mathematics involved in conception are astounding and evolution blows my mind. This ability to adapt almost seamlessly to one's environment is pretty much the single greatest thing since sliced bread.

Others disagree. Many are increasingly of the opinion that we've all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some say even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

But to them, I have one question: What was the greatest thing before sliced bread, anyhow?