Consider yourself fortunate if you are right 51% of the time. Listen to the old Galician Jew, settled at last in his old age in a little house in an Israeli kibbutz after a hard lifetime including a brush with the unimaginable horror of Auschwitz. He advises his grandson: “A man tells me he is right 50% − he is lucky, he does better than me. A man tells me he is right 60% − well, he is blessed, life has turned him over on the bright side. A man tells me he is right 70% − I look at him with narrow eyes but then, who knows, perhaps God has touched him, perhaps he should be President of the World. A man tells me he is right 100% − quick lock him up before he kills us all!”
Or as John Locke more philosophically put it: “In the greatest part of our concernment God has afforded only the Twilight, as I may say so, of Probability, suitable, I presume, to the State of Mediocrity and Probationship
