Knowing we know that we know and that we don't ... know, that is

I was trying to form a response to Goodfornowt's pondering a few days ago about how the Chinese earthquakes could fit into a world where everything belongs.

I don't know. I don't know in an intellectual, word-based articulation. But I know, in a deep, bone level knowing (where all the good stuff lives) that I know that I know that I know that it will. It is a deep, Spirit whispered breathing into my shaking, shuddering, leaching bones that nothing is wasted from this life, no suffering that we encounter.

Which is completely irrational, not based on anything evidentiary. Richard Dawkins would laugh me out of the water. But the things of God sometimes never make sense to the rational, intellectual, evidence-requiring mind. But it makes total sense to my spirit.

How annoying that is :)

Edit: of course, when I say that earthquakes "fit", I'm not saying that they are okay, not dismissing the evil and the pain and the suffering. In fact, I am saying the very opposite - that this stuff all matters so much that none of it seeps into the ground without it seeping into God and ultimately being reconciled. Believing that, in the redemption of all things including the earthquaked earth and the crushed and broken people - every person - is an opening toward compassion and love to the least, in my very limited view.