God Is Good

Fiorella had opened her consciousness to its limits to pick up ideas for Diana's story that might be floating in the air when she suddenly went into a wonderful state in which her skin prickled with sensitivity and wave after wave of  awareness raced through her. She couldn't stop smiling as the air around her warmed with the love of all who had gone before her: her parents and grandparents, her parents-in-law, Mrs. Paule, Mrs. Gus, Miss Osborn, Aunt Julie, Aunt Helen,  Sharon Kite, all her pets--everyone. It was like she called role and everyone was there, comforting her, encouraging her, amf it was glorious, wonderful, and miraculous, all at the same time.

And yes, she asked for permission from them before telling you about this.

The Human Question

Why are people born with talents in art and music?  Why are people driven to create stories great and small?  Why are people curious about how the universe works?  Why do people decorate themselves and everything around them?  Why do they kill each other?  Why do they perform heroic deeds of self-sacrifice?

And why does Fiorella ask questions like this rather than chomp on a tasty piece of grass out there in the meadow?