I venture a question:
“What is life?”
It answers (from many mouths) :
A long slow knife.
“And its meaning?”
Suffering and strife.
“Surely, there is more?”
A test of the spirit.
A measure of the faith.
‘Twas not the mud that made the blind man see,
nor magic in the water turned to wine
nor the weave of the baskets that fed the multitude.
Faith alone these things will do.