"We
know that everything is for the best
in
this, the best of all possible worlds.
The
Lord's perfect creation has unfurled ‒
evil
exists to put us to the test."
Voltaire
just laughs ‒
"My friend, you surely jest!
The
fractured earth, the boiling seas that hurled
their
rage upon this European pearl
disprove
the 'Optimism' you've expressed."
Through
Lisbon's broken bones and tumbling spires ‒
a
devastation none can understand ‒
through
bedlam, flood and all-consuming fires,
Herr
Leibniz strolls with Pangloss, hand in hand,
to
seek the views of those still left alive
on
All Saints' Day in seventeen fifty-five.
RJT
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