Robert Silverberg. The stochastic man (№ 355354)

It seemed, I felt that in this random, capricious cosmos we only luckily survive the hour, the more, annually, as at any moment the sun may unexpectedly become a new star, or the world exploded, turned into a giant gelatinous mass.
I think I once felt that in this random, capricious cosmos we're lucky to survive from hour to hour, let alone from year to year, because at any moment, without warning or reason, the sun might go nova or the world turn into a great blob of petroleum jelly.