“The love that blossomed like a flower in the lost beautiful child; the reason and the will-to-good that patiently seek the antidote to cancer or rabies; the heroism that risks fire to save a child, or that will not recant or crawl with the pistol at its head in Katyn Forest… how, if the world is only and all random, malignant, evil, do such things blossom out of the omnipotent mud?”
