Fair is whatever God wants to do.
Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.
So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.
Pride is the rope God allows us all.
Love is a strange fact - it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.
You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.