You keep repeating yourself. Over and over and over again. You keep using the word “fear” projecting your own insecurities in everyone else.
I’ll be as clear as I can (although I thought I already made this clear).
Yes. We do nothing. It’s in God’s hands.
I’m not afraid. You are.
Ahh God’s hands. That way you don’t have to endure any inconvenience in service of the absurd goal of having old people live out their full lives. And hey, because it’s in God’s hands, you get conscience balm. You get to blame it on God.
Choosing the immoral choice of doing nothing gets excused by blaming God. How very clever. God will be impressed.