God works in mysterious ways.

Sometimes I would see a cadaver so appalling that it made me cry.  And it made me cry because sometimes the most grotesque things are what moves you like nothing else can. It grabs you by the guts and shakes you and yells right in your face, "LOOK AT WHAT IT IS TO BE HUMAN!  Look at this sight that nobody else will ever see... But YOU get to see it because somehow YOU were chosen to be present here at this exact moment in time!  Don't you realize how lucky you are?" This horrific, vile, morose sight is somehow so beautiful due to the weight of its finality...  Due to the fact that what you're looking at is so undeniably real that it cannot be questioned in any way, shape, or form.  Because it is as if, for a split second, God is staring directly at you, into the windows of your soul.  And if you're careful, you can stare right back. 

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