Every man that ever lived craved perfect happiness, the detective poignantly reflected. But how can we have it when we know weโre going to die? Each joy was clouded by the knowledge it would end. And so nature had implanted in us a desire for something unattainable? No. It couldnโt be. It makes no sense. Every other striving implanted by nature had a corresponding object that wasnโt a phantom. Why this exception? the detective reasoned. It was nature making hunger when there wasnโt any food. We continue. We go on. Thus death proved life.
William Peter BlattyPerhaps evil is the crucible of goodness... and perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God.
William Peter Blatty