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What distinguishes grace from everything else? Grace is unearned. If you’ve moved through the world in such a way as to feel you’ve earned cosmic compensation, then what you’ve earned is something more like justice, like propriety. Not grace. Propriety is correct. Justice is just. There’s an inescapable transactional quality: perform x good, receive y reward. Grace doesn’t work that way. It begins with the reward. Goodness never enters the equation.

“It is not a narrative of decline or progress, although having two sides was no small comfort to most. If it is to be viewed as a tale of our ascendance, then it should be compared to the enchanted climb of the cordyceps-infested ant, as alone in the canopy we sit, our bodies little more than the roots to a deranging idea still in hibernation. The bony growth will one day erupt through my skin and discharge its poisonous spores aloft with me attached to them; I will ride my way out of here on the back of a toxin puff, each of its spores wearing my smile forever.”