Diane Hine - Acceptance lyrics

Has anybody thought to calculate How many gametes fail to multiply? The countless halves which never find a mate The crazy odds we've faced to be an 'I'. It matters not at all, they had no chance There is no claim, it's just a musing game But viewed from cool and unimpa**ioned stance The ones that made it also have no aim. The will to live is instinct, nothing more A necessary cause to self-delude Examined logic'lly we see the flaw And sensibly don't let the truth intrude. Before the intonations of our knell Illusions shed, may help us bid farewell.