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There was an archeological dig long ago in arizona or some such place into pueblo indians of thousands of years ago, or maybe less.The self-fulfilling logic in this thread is painful.
There is no “reason” behind cancer. Cancer is a disease for which there is no cure. As human beings, we tend to create reason for ourselves. In the case of cancer, we can “find” a number of reasons: perhaps the cancer is part of God’s plan, and because God is omnipotent, we can’t understand why he allows people to get cancer. Or maybe chemotherapy is God’s gift to humanity, to help us fight cancer (why He wouldn’t just cure cancer is beyond me).
Cancer is not a “moral” issue. The person who gets cancer did nothing to “deserve” it. There is no “free-will” involved with contracting cancer (with the possible exception of skin cancer). So why would God allow someone to get this disease? It’s part of his “plan”? Or maybe God “works in mysterious ways”?
It’s beyond me.
But, however, they found the skeleton of a teenager with a severe case of being run over by something resulting in both his legs being broken, healed, but badly and permanently abscessed.
Now this child could not work nor could he walk without crutches and so, was dependent on the kindness of his society.
That society benefited from that child’s suffering more that they would have benefited from wealth, knowledge and prosperity. They actively and hopefully as a group, took that child into their care. They must have done, as his broken limbs healed, though became abscessed.
This society of humans benefited by becoming more humane than they might have, if they were not already, becoming merciful, compassionate and kind in looking after a suffering child than they would have become by living a life of luxury and ease from responsibility and compassion.
One persons suffering, though terrible, potentially made these people great.
I have a great fear of waking up from a dreaming sleep in some luxurious California suburb of the wealthy, famous, healthy, and frivolous and being in need of some tender loving care as a down and out suffering human. Would they pretend not to see me? or increase their humanity by draining the pus from my swollen painful limbs?