Just before the news broke on Friday about the bombings in Paris, I was at the Virginia Fine Arts Museum here in Richmond, looking at this painting by Van Gogh, the view from his hospital room in St. Remy, where he was recovering from a(nother) breakdown.
In the end, Van Gogh died in such a wheat field by his own hand. His demons got the best of him. But his contribution to the world through his art, which reveals the beauty of this world with stunning clarity, lives on.
Although we humans are scarred and broken, the world is still beautiful. Behold, and give thanks.