Nature and Nature's God.
I don't like the way we treat each other either. I don't. But not all of us are any one thing–not all of us choose to bully, not all of us choose to hurt each other. Some of us choose Good. Some of us choose not to lie. Some of us are the wheat God's sifts the chaff for. Oh, that I would be a grain of wheat in the loving Hand of my Maker.