Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born

The potential people who could have been here in my place 

But who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara

Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton

We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA 

So massively exceeds the set of actual people

In the teeth of those stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here

We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds

How dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state 

From which the vast majority have never stirred?"

There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers

Having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one

And that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity

From so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been

And are being, evolved”

~Nightwish~