Snow is falling somewhere. Many things are falling or will fall or have fallen. But temporary triumph is still triumph.
A statistician, who refused to fly after reading of the alarmingly high probability that there will be a bomb on any given plane, realized that the probability of there being two bombs on any given flight is very low. Now, whenever he flies, he carries a bomb with him.
Oh, great altar of passive entertainment... bestow upon me thy discordant images at such speed as to render linear thought impossible!