Are you up all night to get unlucky?
Listening to this (musically) axiomatic song, I thought: what a terrifying - and at times paralysing - prospect it is: life in which you need to get lucky.
But when Christ came, he eliminated luck by securing it for us. We already got lucky then, and the only unknown that faces us is whether we choose to opt out of luck.
(Psychologically, an interesting question remains: how can you secure luck and retain thrill, of which there is still plenty? Or we get excited about minor things?)
