“Equalizer luck, judicious luck, objective luck: We sit here today to worship you, to lay our offerings upon your altar—god maker, bone breaker luck. You do not smite us for our misdeeds nor exalt us for our noble efforts. You do not favor the lord over the lout or the saint over the cretin. You are the manifestation of righteous ambivalence. Forgetful, omniscient, ungrudging luck. You make wizards out of babblers, and cinders of empires. Hearken to me, unhearing luck!” His voice rose as if lifted by ecstasy.
