Despite everything that has occurred--and, unfortunately will continue to occur--around the world lately, good, in various forms, seems to prevail.  For instance, how wonderful it was to see rock stars and musicians from all over the western world come to New York a couple of weeks ago to perform for a benefit to aid the victims of Hurricane Sandy.  Whatever we may think of their music, their lifestyles, or their politics, we applaud them for their selflessness, for giving of their time and resources to help those in need.  It was a beautiful picture of human goodness.
     Are we good?  Yes, we are.  We may do many bad things (a fact which we all know painfully well), but we are, in essence, good.  And we do good things.
     How do we know they are good things?  It is not because we think that they are, for how would we really know?  We can only know they are good things if we know what good really is.  And we can only know what good really is if, oddly enough, we do not define it.  How could we?  We're finite.  We only know what we can know, nothing more, nothing less.  And we're back to square one. What have we proved?
     We can only know good--and what it is--if there's a transcendent God.