Empty
Grieving people shake their fists at God. So do people with compassion. Injustice stirs up something within us, telling us that all is not right. For some, God died with the angelic Jewish boy hanging in a Nazi death camp. There is no God...
What if they were right?
What if there was no God? What if all these suffering was for naught? The the serial murderer never found would never see the face of Justice? That there was ultimately no reason for those unfortunate enough to be in the path of a drunken driver? Ashes we came from, and ashes we return.
I am, said the Man, to the Universe
Yes, but that had not raised in me
Compassion
Those who are living can probably make meaning out of tragedy. So could those who suffered and lived on. But what can the dead do about it? And for that matter, isn't it even worse if the live was lived full of meaning, and ended in a flood, in a wave of meaninglessness.
Shivers.
What if they were right?
What if there was no God? What if all these suffering was for naught? The the serial murderer never found would never see the face of Justice? That there was ultimately no reason for those unfortunate enough to be in the path of a drunken driver? Ashes we came from, and ashes we return.
I am, said the Man, to the Universe
Yes, but that had not raised in me
Compassion
Those who are living can probably make meaning out of tragedy. So could those who suffered and lived on. But what can the dead do about it? And for that matter, isn't it even worse if the live was lived full of meaning, and ended in a flood, in a wave of meaninglessness.
Shivers.

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