If we were able to grab the meaning of it all
what else would we have for a purpose?
If we were privy to the secret of the mystery
would it not tear us apart from within?
Perhaps this question of evil we like to ask
isn’t about how a god can permit this to occur,
but how can man perpetuate it
knowing the pain and reality of suffering
choosing for someone else to die instead of him?
This seems to me to be the crux of the crucifixion myth:
that we must sacrifice for our fellow man
and each bear our cross to atone for all of evil.
this morning I tried to imagine a world
where we did our very best to accomplish this
It lead me to thoughts of Armagideon, but it could be Paradise.
– Madeleine C. Claire