Should we fear the morning sun since it has spent so much time in the dark?
We pray for its arrival, but it can be fierce, insistent, searing. Better to shelter in thick fog, with eyes unburdened, snugly unaware.
Einstein wrote “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.” Yet, despite nature’s caprice, scientists must make judgments about knowledge and hold fast to the pursuit of truth.
But outside of science or perhaps philosophy, for ordinary people, is there some virtue in enduring the laughter of gods? If there is, I fear it has not yet been discovered.