Suffering, sometimes unfathomable suffering, is a brute fact of life.
To be fair, certain kinds of suffering make certain kinds of goods possible.
In a world without pain and loss, compassion would not exist… could not exist… for lack of necessity.
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… or at least a certain kind of suffering… is a necessary dimension in any moral universe, but…
Does the world really have to be so imperfect?
Why are so many human and natural evils so cruel and indiscriminate?
Why is so much suffering beyond pointless?
What good can cone from suffering that denies and destroys life? that extinguishing all hope? that produces nothing but anguish and helplessness?
What is so much inexplicable injustice, heartbreak, and cruelty beyond the reach of all the care and love in the world?
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