How do we know what is fair? We cannot see all the moving parts, we cannot know what is fair. But we think we know what is unfair. We can feel it, in our gut, but it is confusion. Why does someone die? Why does someone die when so many will miss them? Will feel so deeply a void? Why does someone die when they have small children who need them? So many family and friends, that will miss them? And why......why at the same time, does one as useless as I, go on breathing? One with so few ties? One who scratches at life, on the edges. Drawing blood. One that bruises and bleeds without reason. What parts are moving?