As C.S. Lewis once asked, how do we justify the existence of God seeing the pain that surrounds us daily. The problem of pain is the problem of inexactitude, an incommensurability with the goodness that is an exemplification of the 'reality' of God.
But do we need to look far to see pain?
Or do some of us find it closer than we consciously realise. What is that indescribable emotion that hurts more than physical pain when you lose someone to death - metaphorical or literal; that sense apocalyptic finality. The questions that accompany that loss never find a satisfactory reversion - the never-ending whys and what ifs. The regrets that come with the loss adumbrate and accentuate the pain further to points of insanity.
How do we explain the pain that accompanies love; the antithesis? Or is it a dialectic, two halves of a same whole?
I don't know.
No one knows. Not even God...
Perhaps He does but we would not have the capacities to comprehend His knowledge and so remain as good as being in the not-knowing.
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