I talk about it sometimes with Him, all the suffering in the world.

"Dear God," I have prayed, "how is it possible

all the horrors I have seen, all the atrocities you allow man

to commit when you--God--are ever standing

so near and could help us?

Could we not hear your voice say 'No'

with such love and power

never again would

we harm?"

And my Lord replied, "Who would understand if I said that I

cannot bear

to confine a wing, and not let it learn from the course it chooses."

But what of a man walking lost in a forest

weeping and calling your name for help, and unknown to him he

is heading for a covered pit with sharp spears in it

that will maim his flesh when he crashes

through the trap?

"Yes, why don't I remove every object from this world that could

cause someone to weep? Yes, why don't I speak in a way

that could save a life?

I opened up my hand and the Infinite ran to the edges of space--

and all possibilities are contained therein, all possibilities,

even sorrow.

In the end, nothing that ever caused one pain will exist,

No one will begrudge Me.

The Absolute Innocence of all within my Creation

takes a while to understand.