Seek the once stormy sky that became Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Or the burned-out lightbulb that can still teach bright ideas. Or the democracy that survived being gutshot by gun-toting hypocrisy. Search for the birds on telephone wires humming along to Leonard Cohen songs. Or those who can breathe joy into the laughter-proof air. Or the judge, jury, and executioner that became love, glory, and a confectioner. Search out the old and faded newspaper walking tall and proud down the boulevard of near extinction. Or the ticking time bomb that learned to pause and listen. Find them all and they’ll say: When a black cat crosses your path, don’t call it bad. Reinvent it as luck.