There’s Job, the best of men. God says so. But for a wager, to test his piety, God leaves him nothing but his life. He takes his children, his possessions, covers him in boils. I am mighty, all mighty says God in response to Job’s indignation.
The indifference of Zeus rankled Achilles. Sitting in his throne, dispensing good and evil from two jars at his feet. Not to punish evil or reward goodness. He throws out lots randomly.
There is no justice here. Is it elsewhere?