My Big Struggle Is How

And I Can Imagine Farmer Saying He Doesn't Care If No One Else Is Willing To Follow Their Example. He's Still Going To Make These Hikes, He'd Insist, Because If You Say That Seven Hours Is Too Long To Walk For Two Families Of Patients, You're Saying That Their Lives Matter Less Than Some Others', And The Idea That Some Lives Matter Less Is The Root Of All That's Wrong With The World.

Many People Find It Easy To Imagine Unseen Webs Of Malevolent Conspiracy In The World, And They Are Not Always Wrong. But There Is Also An Innocence That Conspires To Hold Humanity Together, And It Is Made Of People Who Can Never Fully Know The Good That They Have Done.

My Big Struggle Is How People Can Not Care, Erase, Not Remember.

How Could A Just God Permit Great Misery? The Haitian Peasants Answered With A Proverb: "bondye Konn Bay, Men Li Pa Konn Separe," In Literal Translation, "god Gives But Doesn't Share." This Meant... God Gives Us Humans Everything We Need To Flourish, But He's Not The One Who's Supposed To Divvy Up The Loot. That Charge Was Laid Upon Us.

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