A sober moment indeed. Watching as the baby's heart palpitates on the ultrascan is like seeing a mini-me struggling to find its place under the sun. A piece of me, a wriggly me, has now found its place in the womb of my wife. It suddenly makes early science experiments of beans on soaked cotton wool too real -- life starts, and we're not even sure what we did. Baby Joy/Daniel has perceivable arms and legs at 10 weeks. It's a mighty feat. I struggle with the concept of how something that came out from my loins is now life, with its own brain and heart. How can one be an atheist watching this 3.8cm miniature of life grow from nothing? I am truly truly grateful for this "good" world that God has made.