[That explains it, the call, the questions, everything. Wilson, House's friend - more his friend than Beckett has ever realised, to send House unravelling like that, falling open like that. Enough to come to Beckett. Or to God. And does either of them have an answer for him?]
Before I got here, I had a conversation with Cain. The Cain. Father of vampires. He had no answer to what was God's plan in cursing him - his reason for making him, and us - no more than anyone else. It's hard to be an atheist when you are yourself unquestionably supernatural, but to know from a firsthand account that God is, and that you will never know his mind in damning you and all your kin...
[Since House shared his dying story first. Well.]
Your visions may have meant nothing, but faith... my faith is not in revelation. Not anymore. The comfort isn't knowing the answer. It's - knowing that there is an answer. Life, the world, it has meaning to the one who made it. For us it might mean that all our choices were predestined but what is the other option? To be lost in a world where things happen simply because they do, because that happens to be the accident of chance? If I suffer, if I'm tested, at least God knows why. There is need for the test, for suffering. And perhaps there is grace...
[No. His belief only reaches so far.]
Otherwise, your friend died for no more reason than just the cold randomness of life.
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Date: 2016-12-08 09:54 pm (UTC)[That explains it, the call, the questions, everything. Wilson, House's friend - more his friend than Beckett has ever realised, to send House unravelling like that, falling open like that. Enough to come to Beckett. Or to God. And does either of them have an answer for him?]
Before I got here, I had a conversation with Cain. The Cain. Father of vampires. He had no answer to what was God's plan in cursing him - his reason for making him, and us - no more than anyone else. It's hard to be an atheist when you are yourself unquestionably supernatural, but to know from a firsthand account that God is, and that you will never know his mind in damning you and all your kin...
[Since House shared his dying story first. Well.]
Your visions may have meant nothing, but faith... my faith is not in revelation. Not anymore. The comfort isn't knowing the answer. It's - knowing that there is an answer. Life, the world, it has meaning to the one who made it. For us it might mean that all our choices were predestined but what is the other option? To be lost in a world where things happen simply because they do, because that happens to be the accident of chance? If I suffer, if I'm tested, at least God knows why. There is need for the test, for suffering. And perhaps there is grace...
[No. His belief only reaches so far.]
Otherwise, your friend died for no more reason than just the cold randomness of life.