small unnerving occurences keep coming up one after the other; haphazard dumb accidents of freakish chance - the tiring tasks that are part of our routine and the sundry other ever-recurring annoyances - all these inevitable small defeats and sorrows rub and push continually up against the moments, the days, the years until one almost wishes, almost begs for a larger more meaningful destiny.i can almost understand why people leap from bridges.i even understand in part those people who arm themsleves and slaughter their friends and innocent strangers.i am not exactly in sympathy with them, and i decry their reckless behaviour, but i can understand the ultimate, undeniable, persistent force of their misery. the horrific, violent failure of any one of us to live properly says to me that we are all equally guilty for every human crime. there are no innocents.and if there is no hell, those who coldly judge these unfortunates will create one for us all.
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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditi... Posted by .teri. on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 10:43:00 PST
