/lit/ - Literature

OP here. I see not many of you really took the time to think about my question. I am speaking to the feeling of doubt — yes, doubt in God — that comes from witnessing the overwhelming mediocrity of the world,
of human life, of artistic capacity. Yes there are flashes of light, flashes in the dark — or rather, in the dull gray — but ultimately the world, the universe, seems to tend towards banality, decreation, repetition, entropy. I want to have faith, but it’s hard to have faith in a God whose greatest creation, man, would be so limited in his potential for greatness, so flawed, so mediocre.