Fair is whatever God wants to do.
We see a newborn moth unwrapping itself and announce, Look, children, a miracle! But let an irreversible wound be knit back to seamlessness? We won't even see it, though we look at it every day.
Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.
Pride is the rope God allows us all.
So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.
We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.