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We, people, often say, complain that there is no justice. At least in this world.

But, in reality, this is not so. Our world is fair, even very fair. Everything changes, everything flows. Day turns into night, after darkness comes dawn. The strong grows weak, and the weak, on the contrary, grows stronger. The poor one day becomes rich, and the rich one turns into a beggar. Everything depends on the behavior of a person. How he will endure wealth and poverty, joy and sorrow. Isn’t this justice? It would be extremely offensive if only those in power triumphed, if only the weak and sick fell ill and died…

Even in such things as a protracted illness, sudden death, which outwardly seem extremely unfair to us, the highest justice is hidden. It is just that because of the veil we are not able to unravel their secret, which is known only to the Almighty, to see their true essence.