This surely is a beautiful world, brimming with all of its life. Rather, isn’t it a beautiful world, brimming with all of its life and death? It would be naive to think that all of the good things in this world arise from the good, and more useful to acknowledge the life that can come from death. The Earth itself is engulfed by blackness each night, only to somehow find light again the next morning. Who is to say that that light, and that darkness, do not also belong to us?