Lady Luck, Mistress Fate - call her what you will, that capricious, beguiling minx.

Humans look for her everywhere, in tea leaves and in the creases of palms, or in my kind. They seek to tame her, bowing down to my sister Sun, paying homage to the Moon, appeasing the elements. It amuses me, how they run around fearfully obeying imagined omens, dancing to her tune, all the while thinking to win her to their side when in fact they are enslaving themselves to her for nothing.

Do they not know that even she has to obey only One? That there is nothing to rule them well that can be found among the lowly skies?

I should know. I am a star; I have been one for centuries, and I move to the rhythm my Creator has set for me. There is nothing here.

You humans are not looking high enough.

This, if nothing else, you should learn after all these long years of stargazing.