Oh God. Oh Mother. Oh Holy One.
I don’t think you’re listening. I don’t think you can. Whether you created this Universe or you ARE this Universe, I don’t think you have eyes or ears or mouth to speak. But I do. And so let me talk to you for a moment, whether you can hear me or not, whether you’re real or not.
I’ve called you a tyrant. I’ve called you a monster. This Universe, whether it is you or you created it, is no friend of humanity, I’ve said.
There is death. There is excruciating, long-lasting pain. There is cancer and tsunamis and war and rape and murder. This Universe, I’ve said before, is no friend of ours.
But a part of me can’t deny that there is also much good. There is love. There is beauty. There is kindness and friendship and joy and passion and pets, and children die everyday but sometimes they LIVE and laugh and have fun.
The sun may give us cancer and eventually consume the Earth, but it’s also so magnificent. People may do very terrible things to each other but sometimes they will do everything for each other.
And for that, I am thankful. Begrudgingly, hesitantly thankful. Because it’s hard to be 100% thankful for such a Universe that both blesses us and curses us in the same moment.
But it doesn’t matter anyway. You’ll probably never know my satisfaction nor my frustration. You probably have no eyes or ears or mouth to speak. But I do.
And so, just for a moment, I will say: thank you. For all the good out there, thank you.