From Alexander Pope’s game-changing poem, ‘An Essay on Man: Epistle 1, 10th stanza’:
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good:
And, spite of pride in erring reason’s spite,
One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.
Do yourself a favor, real the whole thing.