We live in a world not of science fiction, but of science fact.

I know it is fiction to imagine, but what would happen if we stood on the rubble of attacks against us, whether literal or figurative, physical or emotional, personal or political, and we chose to forgive rather than escalate? What does that world look like? Maybe we’ll never know. But I like to pretend.

Statistics were magic like this: they could tell you with near-certainty that a thing would occur, without a hint of when or where.