Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants. Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women at the fountain are laughing together between the suffering they have known and the awfulness in their future, smiling and laughing while

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment   like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved,   all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness.   How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever.   Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness y