- The total amount of randomness in this world is limited to a finite set of miracles. Most of them have been used up by the saints, but what's left comes to us as small fortunes: found coins, meet cutes, near misses, extra fries. The creation of matter ex nihilo is also a kind of luck. Detectable by their mass, they exert their small gravities very from far away, appearing to us as stars.

- In the nation's fairy-lit bedrooms they are tracking the total amount of luck allotted to you. For a nominal sum our top minds can mail you your readings plus instructions on how to live a life. The findings form the basis of a theodicy: the vast amount of provable good can only exist insofar as it's finite; as sure as the stars will fade, it'll run out for you someday.

- Some places are pulled on more strongly than others. Feeling a lightness in your feet, you look up at her balcony and see the constellation of her smile.