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Whenever I think everything is absolutely irreversibly horrible, something happens-- the sky with chips of glimmering cloud, the smell of summer grass, the dizzy flight of spinning birds. But I can't forget the other things-- a baby on the floor, the power of drugs to eat away a brilliant mind, turn it into an animal. These observations exist side by side, almost at the same time, one minute the beauty, the next the decay. I could drive a person mad.
Not that going nuts would change what I believe. People don't understand how God can exist when bad things are happening. To me, the bad things serve only as proof. You don't realize the value of something until you see it fall apart, sometimes, like how you don't value your parents until you've grown up enough to not need them to be parents any more. I can see no better evidence of the love behind God's creation than to see it contrasted by tragedy.
Not that going nuts would change what I believe. People don't understand how God can exist when bad things are happening. To me, the bad things serve only as proof. You don't realize the value of something until you see it fall apart, sometimes, like how you don't value your parents until you've grown up enough to not need them to be parents any more. I can see no better evidence of the love behind God's creation than to see it contrasted by tragedy.