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As I searched for words to express an undermining apocalyptic feeling that regularly creeps up on me, I was interrupted, what timing, by Jehovah’s at the door asking me, “How can you be sure that all the misery in the world is not God’s punishment?”

And yet, very close by, in the woods, in the park, and even in my small town garden, mushrooms grow. They are as real and tangible as it gets. Thus I focus on that which exists within my field of vision, a biodiversity in all its glory and with the most fantastic manifestations that exist. I perceive the wonder and there is love.