»I read up on a Buddhist stories and parables. One concerns a farmer who wakes up to find that his horse has run off. The neighbors come by and say, ›Too bad. Such awful luck.‹ The farmer says, ›Maybe.‹ The next day, the horse returns with a few other horses. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on his reversal of fortune. ›Maybe,‹ the farmer says. When his son tries to ride one of the new horses, he breaks his leg, and the neighbors offer condolences. ›Maybe,‹ the farmer says. And the next day, when army officials come to draft the son—and don’t take him because of his broken leg—everyone is happy. ›Maybe,‹ the farmer says.«