“Oh, that won’t do!’ said Bilbo. ‘Books ought to have good endings. How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?’ ‘It will do well, if it ever comes to that,’ said Frodo. ‘Ah!’ said Sam. ‘And where will they live? That’s what I often wonder.” The worst dyscatastrophe seems to be that day when our very God was killed, by us. There are reverberations of that event not just after, but before the event took place. "He was despised and rejected"; "He came to his own, but his own knew Him not" "Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified" "if my enemy despised me, I could bear it, but it is you, my companion, my close friend, with whom I walked" But of course, that event was preceded by the Fall; and followed by Resurrection. There was eucatastrophe hidden in the Fall ( o Happy Fault! ) and eucatastrophe embedded at the very heart of the Crucifixion. Flannery O'Connor writes: There is something in u...