Alas, the world is anything but “perfect”…
No matter how I would have designed the universe given the chance, suffering, sometimes unfathomable suffering, is a brute fact of life.
To be fair, suffering per se is not patently evil. In fact, certain kinds of suffering make certain kinds of goods possible. In a world without pain and loss, compassion would not exist… could not exist.. because it would be unnecessary. True love would devolve to mere romance. Meaningful work would devolve into frivolous play. In the absence of temptation and risk, virtue and heroism would not exist as abstract concepts, much less admirable practices.
Thus, it seems that at least some suffering is a necessary dimension in any moral universe, but…
Does the world really have to be so imperfect?
Why is so much suffering beyond pointless… natural evils so indiscriminate… humans so cruel… denying and destroying life… extinguishing all hope… producing nothing but anguish and helplessness that is beyond the reach of all the care and love in the world?
That said, is it possible that life… despite the inexplicable injustice, heartbreak, and cruelty… is still good?