I think that the primary question we all come to within ourselves is this: “what are we to do with our lives in the context of tragedy?” There is no life without suffering. And while there is some enjoyment and assurance to be gained with piddling around with the ideas of how and why loss must remain one of the many constants in the auspicious gift we have all received, such thoughts provide little assistance in understanding how to face the inevitable collapse of all that is built up. No answer I have been offered or have given out myself has been able to address it fully. Nothing feels quite adequate for the broad expanse. To cavalier against it feels insufficient. To accept it as a part of life feels incomplete. Even grabbing hold of hope in patient expectance of redemption, which has been a powerful and necessary tool for me (and, I imagine, all people), does not seem to wholly sate the mumbling doubt within me that I find must be faced. It must be, I think, one of those great many things that we can not feel just one way about. One of the many topics that Jesus addressed in his “upside-down kingdom.” Love is another. It is too many things to have one opinion on it. Perhaps tragedy is only unanswerable when looked at broadly. Perhaps some tragedies can be fought against, while others can only be accepted, and others still must find a new solution entirely. Perhaps our lives are too expansive, too full and void of meaning, to be able to ever look at them as a whole. Perhaps we are not meant to know anything but forward.