Luck and chance are usually treated as the same invisible dealer, yet this line splits them into two clumsy conspirators. Luck, given hands it’s never supposed to have, drops the very coin that chance—now a watchful supervisor—was relying on. The instant the overseer blinks, the supposed beneficiary bungles the job, turning randomness into slapstick. Personifying abstractions this way jolts the mind: it opens a scene we can almost watch in slow motion, then locks us out of knowing where the coin finally lands. That suspended outcome keeps the information-gap humming, a perfect Decentralised Logic maneuver—order and accident tripping over each other while meaning slips quietly under the table.