As Verger at Selby Abbey I’m somewhat embarrassed by my doubt about the existence of God. 
 

I’m not agnostic; I’m quite aware that no further empirical ‘evidence’ will remove my doubt. I’m what the pollsters term a “D/K”.

In all other aspects of life I consider myself a bit of a cynic but a conundrum puzzles me. Bill Bryson explains (“A Short History of Nearly Everything”),

“…if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you…..That is, of course, the miracle of life.”
 

If you reassembled it what ingredient would you need to give yourself ‘life’?