Luck Is What Happens To You When

There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

They Claim A Hidden Corner Of Our Hearts, All Those Moments That Stay With Us Unscreamed. That's Where Loves, Like Elephants, Drag Themselves To Die. It's The Place Where Pride Allows Itself To Cry.

There's A Truth Deeper Than Experience. It's Beyond What We See, Or Even What We Feel. It's An Order Of Truth That Separates The Profound From The Merely Clever, And The Reality From The Perception. We're Helpless, Usually, In The Face Of It; And The Cost Of Knowing It, Like The Cost Of Knowing Love, Is Sometimes Greater Than Any Heart Would Willingly Pay. It Doesn't Always Help Us To Love The World, But It Does Prevent Us From Hating The World. And The Only Way To Know That Truth Is To Share It, From Heart To Heart, Just As Prabhakar Told It To Me, Just As I'm Telling It To You Now.

Justice Is A Judgement That Is Both Fair And Forgiving. Justice Is Not Done Until Everyone Is Satisfied, Even Those Who Offend Us And Must Be Punished By Us. You Can See, By What We Have Done With These Two Boys, That Justice Is Not Only The Way We Punish Those Who Do Wrong. It Is Also The Way We Try To Save Them.

The Only Force More Ruthless And Cynical Than The Business Of Big Politics Is The Politics Of Big Business.