The strong and seemingly innate longing for justice that people have doesn't seem to mesh well with the idea that human persons are just byproducts of a Godless and random universe. Our longing for justice seems to be a reminder, a signpost, of our divine origin. Our desire that things be made right bespeaks something mystical at work in the universe, something more sublime than the meaningless movement of atoms. My sense is that, to paraphrase C.S. Lewis' Aslan, there is deeper magic at work here, magic which goes back to before the dawn of time.
