Is there any justice, or process of equalization, between those who lead a charmed life and those who live to suffer? Compare the most immaculate being in the universe with a virtual Job. Are all life forms eventually the same despite that some seem damned and others blessed, that some exist for a moment and others eons, that some remain terribly isolated yet others never experience solitude? Think of the extremes in the physical universe and relate them to the variety of cosmological individuals, respecting ourselves. What biota then should escape our self-similar reflection?