| Been there, done that. No longer there! (Thank god!) I got ill not too long ago. And the lost the one part of me that I had the most pride in, my intelligence. This "thing" got me carried away. I looked down on people who did not have it. I assumed that this was part of everyone. It gave me zeal and ambition. It gave me hope and burdened with me dreams. And then I got ill with 106 deg. I lost my ability to recall memory. Before it my memory was on infinite replay. And now I could not remember my worst years of high school and best years of college. Gone was my pride, my hope, my expectations. And I realized I deserved it. What I realized after is that life is like a game of standing in front of projectiles. The longer you play, the more likely you are to get hit. The people who live on to 70, and never got really sick were very very very lucky. Another proof that God exists. We are all bound to get hit. Some of us harder than others. And if you don't it is a miracle. A proof that God is there intending to be this way. It may not be cancer or anything particular, but we are all likely to fall ill. |
No.
> A proof that God is there intending to be this way.
And no. Look believe whatever you like, that's your right, but random chance is in no way proof of God, not remotely. It's not a miracle some people live longer than others, it's just a normal distribution of lifespans, there's nothing miraculous or magical about it, it's simple math and large numbers. There are always going to be some people on the extremes who either die very young or very old. It's not even evidence of God, let alone proof.