My grandmother had six kids - one died as an infant - and she was dirt-poor and all her kids got an education. And my mom grew up poor. And they both worked so hard and cultivated so much of their own happiness. I wanted to have that like an amulet. Not like armor but like a magic feather. Like Dumbo's magic feather.
If God has made the world a perfect mechanism He has at least conceded so much to our imperfect intellect that in order to predict little parts of it we need not solve innumerable differential equations but can use dice with fair success.