I hereby declare it to be COMBINATORIAL MADNESS Pro-Life cupcake day. It's like
Pro-Life cupcake day, only slightly nuttier.
Let's round down a lot. The idea is that there are, like, a billion men and a billion women of reproductive age. For each man, there are like a billion sperm per year, and for each woman, there are a few dozen eggs or something that could have gotten fertilized that year, but really, the other million or so just as easily could've been released instead, so let's call that a million. So that's, like, 10^(9+9+9+6)=10^33 unions that could've happened this year, but less than a billion actually happened.
Of course, this doesn't even scratch the surface of how many potential human beings could have been born, but won't be.
But I'm a nice guy, so you pro-lifers only have to bake 10^33 cupcakes. Or 10^24 per person, or so.
And then you have to fit them all onto a wooden ark. Because if there isn't one ready for every potential human being when baby Jesus resurrects the ghosts of departed combinatorial never-weres and 10^27 have to share each one, there will be much weeping.
Why do you make baby Jesus cry by offering subatomic fragments of cupcakes to the lamentable unborn? Why?