What, after all, was the point of civilisation if not the well-being of citizens?
Things happen the way they happen because the world is the way it is.
Let every act be just, and proper, and beneficial.
Good necessitates evil and the two sides of that disk are not always clearly marked.
Unity, I thought, implies the possibility of disunity. Beginnings imply and require endings.
Or is anyone's identity a matter of fragments held together by convenient or useful narrative, that in ordinary circumstances never reveals itself as a fiction? Or is it really a fiction?