We live our lives as Candide, secure within our mind’s castle, eating, sleeping, learning, all the while, having no knowledge, let alone understanding, of the surrounding tragedy. The tragedy is we are fodder to the abyss, ants under the footsteps of time. Meaningless dust, whose only purpose, it would seem, to be part of the seasonal wind, reapplying us as we might fall.

An existential suicide as the only path to escape the cosmic torture. Leg straddling the 10th story window ledge, as Luzhin, becoming transfixed to the patterns below, she calls.

Her call is one of faith. Have faith in the unknown, as there may be light in the darkness, despite evidence to the contrary. Is it not equally plausible for there to be abundance, not nothing? Is it not equally plausible for the universal beginning/ending argument to simply be beyond our current comprehension?

As God said through Isaiah in Psalms 46:10 Be still and know that I am God. Thus, find my hand, clasp it, close your eyes, sink into my heart, my soul, transform, be one…you have now escaped the castle Candide.

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