“Every time I skydive, I land safely.”
That’s an easy worldview to default to. After all, every time I overeat I still live. Every time I invest it eventually pays off. Every time I drive somewhere I get there safely.
And every time I’ve voted, I’ve woken up in a more-or-less functional republic the next day.
The tension, simply, is this: we can’t walk around constantly worried about pianos falling on our heads. Life isn’t a cartoon, and that level of fear is no life at all. But we also can’t afford to completely ignore the fact that a falling piano can be extremely hazardous to life and limb.
“In all of my 20/30/40/50/60/70 years, I’ve never seen ___________.”
Right. But this is 2020.