How can it be?

How can it be? How can it be that I love my wife and daughter so much? How can it be that the fall air feels so clean and pure? How can it be that I am alive? How can it be that I think and I have emotions? How can it be that there is so much good, but so much bad? How can it be the result of randomness and undefined purpose? How can it be that life is so dog-gone short, but infinity last so dog-gone long; without us? How can it be that this is all there is? How can it be? I don't think it is.