It's not enough for it to make sense, either. There is actually a lot of sense in understanding that 'shit happens' is enough why for the universe. We want it to make sense to us, to have this giant, cold, mostly empty universe have laws that somehow reinforce our little meat animal ideas of good and justice.
So a good man dies-- not just a good man, a kind man. Intelligent. Well trained. Wife and daughter. Someone I really admired and was looking forward to seeing as he aged and grew and became... I was really looking forward to learning what he would discover in the world.
And I want the why. Even knowing it is a bullshit question. There were older, weaker, meaner people. People without a new baby daughter. Some people who have done heinous things. People who never have been anything but a drag on others. They are still walking around, wasting air, making lives miserable...
Why a good man? Why not...
That childish desire, to make the world be the way that I wish it, still bubbles up.
Not reveling today in the world as it is.