Rolling dice gives players comfort. They expect that the numbers rolled will have meaning, indicating success or failure, when applied to an unchanging body of preexisting laws. But in my universe, they often serve only a ritual function.
You took that twenty-sider that couldn’t (no, wouldn’t) roll above a 4 and buried it in your backyard. It’s probably still there. Give it another few years to mull things over, then dig it up and give it a few rolls. See if it’s learned its lesson.
So it’s not that dice make us crazy. I was wrong about that. They drive us to take action. They provoke things and settle things. They give us access to a decision-making power outside of ourselves, like tiny secular oracles.