A Reason for Everything, and Everything for a Reason
Everything happens for a reason and I know what that reason is: everything happens to entertain me. From the smallest atomic particle to the universe, it was all created to amuse me. I should be grateful, I guess. I mean it's all so grand and complicated. Somebody went to a lot of trouble.
But I am not amused. No, no, I see past the smoke and mirrors and the framework of my cage is revealed in stark relief against the backdrop of the freedom I could have had. Smiling? That's not a smile. It's just gas.
Whomever Or Whatever is in charge (let's call him, her or it, 'WOW') thinks I like practical jokes. For example, I have tremedous talent, but no skill whatsoever in putting my talents to use. I have wonderful ideas about how to improve the human condition, but no resources to implement these ideas. i speak and impart wisdom for my fellow humans, but no one can seem to hear me. WOW, imbued with all knowledge and power, thinks this is amusing. But WOW, if you're listening, I am not amused.
I was not amused growing up in a town where everyone but me was related to each other; I was not amused by the endless parade of fickle and faithless lovers; I was not amused by the government that sucked the profits and joy out of my business at every turn. In fact, WOW, it was a bummer.
We ask why, but you are silent. What game is it you play with us?
WOW, it's hard to understand. I know you have your reasons. Would it destroy everything if you shared some?
True, true, your blue sky is heart-rendingly beautiful and your forests and rivers stun the imagination with their peaceful majesty; your stars are an endless display beyond the mind's ability to comprehend; your air is sweet to breathe, your water sweet to drink, and your earth sweet to walk. WOW, it's gorgeous. But it doesn't make up for it. WOW, it just does not make up for it.
Your creation is a construct of opposites. The seeds of the pine only germinate in the heat of the destroying fire; some starve so that others can feast; hatred and love compete. WOW, you made it tough.