Where Science meets Miracles

Today I ate a kiwi — soft, sweet, sun-grown.
I know it came from soil and sun and cells dividing just right, but it still felt like a miracle melting on my tongue.

Then I listened to music. Not from a person or a stage — just a small device on my table. Somehow, through tiny circuits and invisible waves, a whole world begins: melody, rhythm, harmony. It’s just sound, I know — vibrations moving through air.
But the moment I hear it, something changes inside me. It becomes feeling, memory, a shape I can’t see but somehow know.

And somehow, it brings to mind all the other everyday wonders:
how babies grow from a cluster of cells into whole, thinking, feeling people.
how trees split stone with their roots, how breath rises and falls without being asked,
How light travels across time, to land quietly on my balcony at dusk.

There’s science behind it all — photosynthesis, oxygen exchange, DNA, waveforms, electricity — but knowing doesn’t shrink the wonder. It grows it.

Because awe isn’t the absence of understanding. It’s what blooms when understanding meets humility.