There is nothing artistic about torn sphincter muscles and being covered in lesions.
The greatest artist there ever was is the Lord God. Take a moment to consider the beauty that He has wrought in the world, and give thanks. The cresting whitecaps of the tides that carry delicious seafood to our ports. The infinitude of unique snowflakes that descend from the canopy of Heaven each winter. The joy in the hearts of our children as they unwrap symbols of our love for them on Christmas morning. The sinkhole that engulfs a suburban home, leaving one crippled survivor to estimate its breadth by the echoes of his unheard screams. The icthyoid harlequin baby, kept alive in meaningless anguish by machines until its parents are destitute and it succumbs to systemic infection.
To think that each of these creative wonders was foreseen, and allowed, by the most benevolent being in the universe. Let us all follow the example of His perfect wisdom and live by His plan.
