Inspiration Verses Despair

My heart aches with the pain of the world and burns with anger for injustice. Ten years I have watched us slip into deeper fantasies and denial. The last two years the wrath of the G*d of the Torah has been in my thoughts. How could they, how can we not respond to creation with awe and reverence, to its Creator, sustainer, and redeemer with Praise and Thankfulness? Instead we murder, we exploit, and we have apathy. Not able to cope we 'tune out' the sorrow and not able to hold anyone accountable we feel utterly helpless. With so many truths we get lost. Yet G*d is present. Nothing can limit the L*rd our G*d. Though we do not understand that which is greater than us and in spite of our constantly trying to form something greater, we are all insecure about death, our purpose, and even our appearance. We know everything is made out of atoms and we feel we are going to float through endless distances of space in a dark vacuum. While struggling with the unexplainable and perplexing drama of our lives we contemplate thousands of years of history and art, yet still fight the same wars only in greater scale. Yet to H'' all time is present, for him our lives are eternal. Yet we confuse paradise with justice. Everyone having everything is not just because everyone is not all good. Everyone having everything is probably not even a good idea; because then nothing would have any value. That is the crisis I see. Neitzche predicted it and it drove him nutty as a payday. The lack of all discrimination is the end of meaning, the end of the need for thought, and the final fusion back into nothingness. The end. Finto. Yet everyone is fine with that! G*d save us