Over the weekend, many Americans, and probably many more people around the world, celebrated Halloween.  Most of us know the story of Halloween.  It's a night traditionally viewed as a time when ghouls, ghosts, and other macabre creatures escape their chthonic dungeons and roam freely across the earth, fomenting fright, horror, and panic.  Today, it is a day exceeded only by Christmas in the amount of money Western consumers spend on it.
     However much one may wonder about Halloween's flirtation with the forces of darkness, we can observe that it is a night that might lead us to think about how we really see the world.  Do we see it as ruled by light, by the Zoroastrians' Ahura Mazda, or do we see it as ruled by darkness, the specter of the Hindus' Kali?  The tragedies of life seem to point to the latter; the joys, the former.  
     I suspect we all would like to say that light dominates.  And why not?  No one wants to walk in darkness.  In a fractured world, however, we will always have both.  The world's brokenness and disorder tell us that misfortune will occur, yet its wonder and beauty remind us that, despite it all, sublimity, the matchless marvel of sentience and being, the world is a good place.  If the world just happened, however, we would have no reason to view it in either way:  why would we?  We would have no basis.  There is no morality in an empty universe.  On the other hand, If the world is created, however this happened, we have every reason, indeed, a right, to call it good, as well as frightful. There is a point.
     Light can only be called "good" if God created it.