I have none, but (I like to think) I have become a Reform Agnostic (as opposed to my Evangelical Agnostic self in my younger years), and I accept that Is What Is Not Is What Wants. Wanting is irrelevant to the universe; accepting (and calculating odds) is what it takes to make it as best one can. But even after calulating the odds and laying down bets, sometimes, sorry, you roll snake eyes. Because in the end, the House Always Wins. But passes around snacks in the meantime. (What are those? Mussels? No thanks, I prefer— wait, is that bacon? Hold up, let me take a few of those, thank you, here, that's something for you. Oh, yes, I would like sauce, thank you for asking! Yes, a napkin might be a good idea, you're very nice.)