We lost one of the most ornate and beautiful buildings on the planet (in my opinion). When I saw it come on screen, I was first in shock and then I began to cry. Fires seem to be so uncaring and violent.
On the other hand some of my family, while recognizing the tragedy, were able to see beauty in the fire. They talked about the glow come from where the windows had been, how the flames resembled the glowing spires.
I guess my thoughts are torn. It is good to find beauty in all things? At first I was angry when I was listening to them talking about it. The more I think about it the more I think they may have had the better perspective.
It kind of reminds me of a sympathy card I received. “With deep sadness, but certain hope.”