Later that summer, as rain fell, such a moment shimmered and paused on the brink, and then began the ancient dance of numbers: two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty- two, and a new life took root and began to grow. And thus the generations past were joined to the unknowable future.
Probably the most beautiful description of conception I have ever read.
The Sparrow Mary Doria Russell
Bewildered Creatures 