Don't misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with.

“...there was little that was truly original or indigenous to Gilead. Its genius…”

“There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anythi…”

“Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin …”

“Faith is only a word, embroidered.”