I was in a discussion today with a friend, and we were pondering if there was any situation in which life and nature dealt everybody an even hand.
It then occurred to me there was at least one.
That’s where nature extra its fairness and finality.
Rich, poor, short, tall, African, European, straight, gay.
In a morbid way it is actually a good thing.
This existence of ours, though impressive, is evidently grossly and annoyingly imperfect.
If I were to transit to another existence from here, my wish would be for it to be much fairer and even handed.
The wild variations in fortunes of humans can actually be depressing, from being a child born to a royal family to being an orphan whose parents were killed in a war zone, from being an able bodied human to an individual with a debilitating genetic disease.
Perhaps it in the interest (as opposed to an inevitability) of the cosmos that we all eventually die and are forgotten in the larger scheme of things.
This life is too unbalanced to be the real deal.
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