From The Life of the Cosmos by Lee Smolin.

[T]here is no mystery or symmetry needed to explain why the air is spread uniformly in a room.  Each atom moves randomly, it is just the statistics of enormous numbers.  Perhaps the greatest nightmare of the Platonist is that, in the end, all of our laws will be like this, so that the root of all the beautiful regularities we have discovered will turn out to be more statistics, beyond which is only randomness or irrationality.

This is perhaps one reason why biology seems puzzling to some physicists.  The possibility that the tremendous beauty of the living world might be, in the end, just a matter of randomness, statistics, and frozen accident stands as a genuine threat to the mystical conceit that reality can be captured in a single, beautiful equation.