There’s “regular luck” and “earned luck.” When a stranger dies and leaves you $10,000,000, that’s regular luck. Undeserved, unearned, a bolt out of the blue. Someone is going to win the lottery and it might be you. The other sort of luck happens after a lot of focus and effort.
We spend our lives trying to see our own light, to catch its surprising refractions on the face of the world, to play in its waterfalling golden blue radiance until we are ready to lie down in the bright black of time as the stars go on spinning, their fractured hieroglyphics
The PMA is now PhAM, with a new logo that critics say evokes a football club, athleisure, or “some kind of Cold War monstrosity.”
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