Jeeves' Diary

Many times since my childhood up to now I have been getting caught up in doubt of why the world the way it is, not other way. Why so many pain around. Why decent, gentlest and kindest people I knew, leaving this world like candles with some fatal and deadly UNJUST wind, the logical reason of its selective action I never understood, while scums keep enjoying their lives feeling no slightest pang of remorse for all the accomplished. Why so many untruth around. Where God and what is His will –

I know that world have not changed a least since writing Psalm 73. After all, why I am here and what for. What can I do to change any thing. Would I at all, if I might?


The stoic rule 'si fractus illabatur orbis, impavidum ferient ruinae' is fine and sounds brave.
Its plus in its all-mighty statement of transience of a world around you, and the proffessing of eternity of your inner space. And its lack in Martix-like must-have imperative alienation to human nature as the preliminary term for this.

I remember Mother Theresa – as now I DID know that she felt the same like me in latest years of her life: actually, this holy woman was on the edge of her inner split and close to despair, because of the doubts and dilemmas of what she see with what she had been taught of God's presence, His will, mercy and retaliation. –