To be a adroit benign being is to be enduring a make of openness to the in the seventh heaven, an skill to trust aleatory things beyond your own manage, that can lead you to be shattered in hugely exceptional circumstances on which you were not to blame. That says something uncommonly impressive with the condition of the ethical life: that it is based on a conviction in the fitful and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a spy than like a prize, something kind of feeble, but whose extremely particular handsomeness is inseparable from that fragility.