Clover windmills

Since we found our first four leaved clover in the garden the van stopped working, we have had two bouts of chicken pox, one of Lyme's Disease and I have the worst ear infection I have ever had, we have now found the plant that produces the four leafed clovers and have started giving them to our friends. Hopefully things will be looking up soon, I have always taken a scientific outlook but occasionally would love to believe things are otherwise than they seem however the clover does seem to be turning out to be just another plant. Ah well life is what you make it and relying on luck and good fortune may well be less effective than many of us would like to believe.
However I have been reading Don Quixote, a large old version with the Dore illustrations, he is about to set out on a flying wooden horse; as a reader the deception is so obvious - to the good Don it is a feasible reality, poor Sancho sees the deception but his belief in his fate to be one day the governor of an island draws him into the accepting the journey and overriding his own judgement he mounts Clavinelo behind his master and abandons his life to a fate beyond his own understanding. Striving to take an objective view of life can help us see through the deceptions of others and those self-imposed by our own underlying governing values, that seems a sensible approach. If we always acted out life based on objective perceptions it could help us avoid appearing as fools but it could also take us down routes less rich, less diverse and where chance might not provide the opportunity to experience the governorship of whatever islands, real or imagined, we aspire too.