For as long as i can remember i have been in a close communion with the Divinity; even in the bleakest times that warm and comforting presence stayed with me, reassuring me and giving me clarity amid the darkness.
However, despite my amazement and faith in the grandeur of The Almighty, one doubt, one absurdity, one puzzling contradiction always troubled me: Suffering, my suffering and the suffering of my kind, that i felt so sharply mine; to be it so Him in all his power and his love for us were to let us grieve, for Him to let his children face injury and death i found myself unable to comprehend or accept.
What reason could He, in his infinite wisdom, see that justifies our suffering?! What's the purpose of my suffering?! What possible cause could forever resolve this paradox?!
With the passing of seasons my impetus diminished, my digestion became slower and sleep, my once faithful mistress, became infrequent in her visits. Little by little, the long nights and days began to feed my