As Nietzsche tells us in the Genealogy of Morals, human beings can live with

suffering. What they cannot live with is meaningless suffering or suffering for
no reason at all. GM III:28
Nietzsche saw that we do not live in a designed cosmos like the ancients and
medievals believed. If it is a designed cosmos then it is badly designed for
us. We do not fit or belong in it and are not at home in the natural world.
He also saw that we do not live in a perfectible cosmos like the moderns
believed. Science and technology are used to mold the world according to
our needs. The results of such perfection live in through poison, pollution,
radiation and garbage.
According to Philip J. Kain, Nietzsche believed that we live in a horrific
cosmos. He writes, it was not designed for human beings at all..we just do
not fit. We do not belong and we never willit is a place where human
beings suffer for no reason at al.
Nietzsche, Eternal Recurrence and the Horror of Existence.

The culmination of Nietzsches work can be dated on January 3, 1889 on the

Piazza Carlo-Alberto in Turin when crying he threw his arms around the neck
of a beaten horse. Suffering and cruelty broke his heart.
For an interesting analysis of what happened to Nietzsches horse, we can
turn to the 2011 film by the celebrated director Bela Tarr, entitled The Turin
Horse.

Simone Weil thinks she has found a meaning to suffering. In Human

Personality she writes,
The only way into truth is through ones own annihilation; through dwelling a
long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation. This statement
connects to her imfamous prayer written near the end of her life. She
petitions the Father in the name of Christ to be annihilated to be devoured
by God, transformed into Christs substance and given for food to afflicted
men whose body and soul lack every kind of nourishment. She continues
let me be a paralytic-blind, deaf, witless and utterly decrepit. When I first
read the prayer I immediately thought of Metallicas song One. James James
Hetfield sings:

Darkness
 Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
Landmine
Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

I know I was supposed to say that Simone Weil is a great Franciscan; a

partner of Francis and a lover of persons but I cannot defend this thesis.
Instead I see her thought as the pervasive testimony of how philosophy,
ethics, religion, and politics have failed to cash in on their grand promises.

Its snowing the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting
down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host
of Christendom. Cormac McCarthy, The Road.