Where green and God never existed

As I grow older I am continually struck by how much more enjoyable little things have become.  I often marvel at a patch of green moss, the sound winter branches make in the wind, the warmth of a body against mine.  There is an added phenomenon that has come as well.  It is the severity of my feelings toward bad things.  I hate cancer, I loath litter and I despise the wanton waste of character by lewdness.  I often ponder this newness of life that I am living.  I cannot account for it in any effort of my own nor any conscious attempt to be more aware.  It can be terribly burdensome as there always seems to be more bad but also supremely enjoyable because there always seems to be more good as well.  The overarching theme though is that the good always seems to be Devine and, I say this with all seriousness, seems destined to Victory.  That is very odd because what is green to be victorious over.  That is the reason I seemed to have written this this morning, to get me to the point where I get to truth.  I did not have the understanding that the good seems to be endowed with Victory but as I wrote it came to me as naturally as finding the letter v on my key board as I typed Victory, as if it had been there all along and I naturally knew how to think it. 

Green is victorious over there being no green or, more truthful, that green never existed.

Maybe hell is more than the absence of God but where God never existed.  That truly seems to be the natural will of man and would truly be a place of hell, a place where green never was.