I am going to tell you a story. Keep in mind that it is just a story. In fact, because it has elements of magical impossibility, it can even be called a fairy tale. As such, it begins with that familiar line common to all good stories and fairy tales.

Once upon a time, there was a village named Tranquil. It was an enormously blessed place. Tranquil had no serious problems. There was no homelessness, no food kitchens for the hungry, no street crime, and no white-collar crime. The roads were without potholes and every village bridge was structurally sound. There was no unemployment and no one was dissatisfied with working conditions or pay rates. Every child had full opportunity for an excellent education. No citizen ever complained about being treated unfairly. The needs of every person we…