There is amazingly little evidence of "reverential care for unoffending
creation" in the arrangements of nature, that I can discover. If our
ears were sharp enough to hear all the cries of pain that are uttered
in the earth by men and beasts, we should be deafened by one continuous
scream!
And yet the wealth of superfluous loveliness in the world condemns
pessimism. It is a hopeless riddle.