Sympathising with Monsters – The Problem of Moral Luck

Which brings us back to the coffee shop, with the young woman now edging her way sheepishly towards the door under a torrent of abuse. Her social infraction, it seems, was of imagining a less-than-perfect future – a world where small, innocuous mistakes might have huge, unintended, and undeserved, consequences. She recognised that just like anyone else, luck could have fallen against her at any moment in her life – that she could be in a prison cell rather than a coffee shop at that moment... She remains one of the few friendships from that period in my life that I maintain today.