CHAPTER 2
"Perhaps you have finally answered the question."
"The question?"
"One of them. It is...'Do I have abnormal luck'? Now, you have answered it."
"Then?"
"That yes, something or someone watches over me. It is not luck, but a purpose...Perhaps luck itself watches over me? I wonder what this benefactor wants from me? My life?"
"Does it matter? Are you to understand a thing that plays with your life so easily?"
"It matters, cur, if it is my life! Is it not our job as men to make sense, to give weight to the immaterial?"
"A force...the sage upon Modoc spoke that it was a force that grabbed all the lines of the world, like a weaving pillow, and played with them. So all of it's brothers, forces like it, were forced to play along. Darkness, death, life, hunger, fear, light, love; all were like sons and daughters, but they feared this 'force', out of respect or out of sane, or insane, reason. "