To be a good human being is to from a philanthropic of openness to the far-out, an ability to trusteeship undeterminable things beyond your own pilot, that can lead you to be shattered in hugely exceptional circumstances on which you were not to blame. That says something remarkably weighty thither the condition of the honest life: that it is based on a trustworthiness in the fitful and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a plant than like a treasure, something kind of feeble, but whose mere precise attraction is inseparable from that fragility.