When we were children, we used to look for four-leaf clovers in the spring, and if we found one, it gave us the feeling that we had found, or rather were allowed to find, a treasure, something quite extraordinary. It was not a feeling of our own perseverance and achievement, but of undeserved favor. Whether it is a shamrock, a horseshoe, a ladybug or a talisman - it seems as if man longs for supernatural support and as if he also knows that he alone has only a limited sphere of action and influence, but with supernatural support he gets ahead, things go better, one feels more secure. Even if man has partly successfully separated himself from this longing for the transcendent through the Enlightenment - the deep inner longing for a carefree home in the beyond has remained. At some point it appears in life. Thank God. Such moments are cloverleaf moments. Enjoy them.
I wish you an extraordinary day!
