You are mathematically illiterate. You believe that a system which is statistically rigged to steal your money and pay out to so few people as to be an irrelevant delusion is worth hanging your hopes and dreams upon. Whilst manufacturing a new form of creative mathematics, desperately attempting to justify spending the money you owe your mother for extended cable on lotto tickets, you encounter a crack in the space time continuum housed within your brain. The laws of physics break-down and you find yourself dangling hopelessly on the end of an improbable line of logic. If only the 7 trillion to one chances could hold on a little longer you might prevent yourself from tumbling back into the infinite blackness of your probable psychosis. Odds are 2: God laughs as he rakes in the profits of your sanity's demise.