The Dice Are Not Stacked

As modern humans we have come to accept things when they don’t work out. It is more often the norm that things don’t work out so accepting isn’t the right word; expectance is more like it.

We know that the package of hotdogs will contain more units than the package of hot dog buns. We understand that when we buy bananas that are perfect in color that we will be composting the over ripe ones in three days. We expect to miss out exit on the freeway, and so on…

I once heard someone say that if our toasters gave us as much trouble as our computers we would throw them out the window.

But sometimes things do work out. We have a carafe coffee maker and it makes exactly the amount of coffee that my wife and I drink every day. Exactly! If we put a cup in the microwave, the carousel turns and returns the cup handle to the exact position it was in when you placed it in there.

I am starting to realize that for everything that doesn’t work out there is an equal number of things that do work out perfectly. There might possibly be balance in the universe after all.