imagine that every soul starts as the same undifferentiated fragment of One or God. then they are introduced to a physically reality of time and place. like a perfectly spherical and colorless marble. there is an alley of nozzles spraying different colors in different patterns in both directions. the marble is loaded into a gun and shot through the alley and then caught at the other end. this process is repeated for millions of marbles. every marble will look different after being caught at the other end. some marbles will be mostly unmarked, having luckily (or unluckily) escaped most of the color blasts. some will be completely black, hit by almost all colors. and others will be shades of one color. and this is just colors, without mentioning the patterns. the point is: people are like these marbles. sometimes we have a tendency to look to a poor man or a criminal and say that they are lazy or evil. saying this, from the perspective of our own lives. consider, however, that every marble was the exact same before being shot through the alley of color. like a blank canvas, each person is introduced to a world of change, much more powerful than their own will. we are the same, if not for our different experiences. if the marble cannot change its course, why would we blame or praise each one for its color and patterns? why would we not gather all the marbles together and wonder at the beauty of color and pattern. from the human perspective, fragments of the universal will, subjected to the art of time and space, and the story of a human life.