I was doing a bit of research for my miracles workshop in July. I came across this little passage in a book by David Mills (my emphasis).
"For every person "miraculously" healed against the odds, there is another who, against the odds, died a premature meaningless death. For every magnificent sunset to behold, there is another child stricken with leukemia. For every breathtaking night sky filled with radiant stars, an unexpected heart attack turns a happy wife into a grieving widow. The universe in which we live is located equidistant between absolute order and absolute chaos - a neutral position which we should expect from a universe impervious to our wishes."
The universe doesn't care. Why does it matter? If you face reality, you will ultimately be happier than living in your own bubble of fantasy because then there is nothing to burst. Seriously.
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