A meditation on chance.
When I was a very little kid (in Manhattan) and a grownup took my hand to cross the street, I thought that the philosophy behind the hand-holding was that, if a car hit us, we would die together.
I didn’t know that part of being a grownup was knowing, with near certainty, that you could cross the …
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