The argument which suggests that living things are in a state of perpetual war for survival is a powerful one. The moments of goodness observed nothing much more than strategy in the pursuit of gain, that toe hold that enables survival and to survive a creature must combine a cocktail of horrible and sweetness in order to come away smiling, is a very real one.
But to actually fall into that crevice of belief is just so depressing, it's
entirely possible that we people have made a God out of delusion. A necessary
god that finds expression in the nebulous stuff, things like beauty, rural
charm, beef burgers, winning the lottery, entail and the list is a long and
rather sad one. But at the same time, what else is there?