Sometimes, I think that I'm in a snowglobe, shaking and shivering away. Feet are numb, lips are blue, and I'm frozen in place. Then the pale giant's hands come and shake, shake, shake me up. Snowflakes fly and little me shivers even more.
In statistics we learn that certain events have undeniable independence, which allows us to predict the success or failure under certain circumstances and I couldn't help but catch myself wondering what the probability was that an attempt at taking my life might have and I considered calculating the chance of success, part of me hoping that parameter exceeded its counter part while the other part silently prayed and dearly hoped that the chance of failure knocked success out of the picture.
But these are independent events and even after analyzing past trials the only way to know for certain would to be to carry it out myself.