The Book of Strange New Things

by Michel Faber

By way of answer, God let him listen to the hysterical babble of his own inner voice, let it echo in the vault of his skull.

Why do we get shown these things? Why, when we can’t help?

”Where is God in all this?” I didn’t rise to the bait. I can never understand why people ask that question. The real question for the bystanders of tragedy is “Where are WE in all this?”