This is an excerpt from a book when a man confronts God (Sarayu) about the kidnapping and brutal death of his youngest daughter:
“Didn’t Missy have a right to be protected?”
“No, Mack. A child is protected becasue she is loved, not because she has a right to be protected.”
That stopped him. Somehow, what Sarayu had just been saying seemed to turn the whole world upside down, and he was struggling to find some footing. Surely there were some rights that he could legitmately hold on to.
“But what about—”
“The Rights are where survivors go, so they won’t have to work out relationships,” she cut in.
“But if I gave up—”
Then you would begin to know the wonder and adventure of living in me,” she said, interrupting him again. Mack was getting frustrated.
He spoke louder,
“But don’t I have the right to—”
“To complete a sentence without being interrupted? No, you don’t. Not in reality. But as long as you think you do, you will surely get ticked off when someone cuts you off, even if it is God.”
I’m sure that the sooner I learn that I have the right to nothing the better things will be for me. But I’m not certain that I’m ready to admit that I have no right to them seeing as I have invested so much time, effort, and the very fabric of who I am into trying to be the most deserving recipient.
I’m bitter because I still haven’t received them….
