We are like people who woke, not remembering our previous lives, on a new shore, with rolling hills of orchards around us, all that we need to sustain and grow. We have build homes, have children, and develop systems of government over time. Before long, commerce is in full effect, both we and our children begin setting goals and having dreams for the future, whether that be a desired lifestyle, relationship, or vocation. We build large structures as memorial to our institutions and ideals, our personal proof that we are conquering, made of more special stuff than all of the living things around us.
We forget that this was once a wild land, given to us in our unconsciousness. We forget that we have been placed here and our children's children children now operate from the assumption that this land will always be, because to them, it always has.
Then, the hand of God brings destruction to bear, a natural disaster, and all of our proud monuments are made low. We lament our losses naturally and just as naturally ask the question "How could this happen?" But the answer is very clear. The land is a gift. The disaster comes with the gift. It is a part of the whole.
For each effect, there is an opposite effect. For each wondrous creation, there is a wondrous destruction. For each Garden Of Eden, there is an eternal expulsion from the garden. For every birth, there is a death.