Why should we expect a universe full of chaos and randomness to be fair?
If everything is possible, could it be possible for something to be impossible?
What if the patient that is currently having an existential crisis is calmly eating the fish hooked by the rod that's being reeled in by Life?

The complexity of the present time seems to demand a maturing of our dreams for survival.
Where there is turbulence, faith cannot thrive. Illusion is born in the gap where inspiration has been excluded.

You and I are messengers of the world.