Death, Kind, love, Cruel

Is there such thing as heresy? Who decides whether your way of thinking is wrong and mine is right? “Two Portuguese Jews who had refused to eat bacon with their chicken; and after dinner dr. Pangloss and his pupil, Candide, were arrested as well” (pg36) intolerance is seen in the earliest of times, and I believe is a problem that cannot be solved as much as we try. People say the holocaust was terrible and I agree it was dreadful, but so is burning people alive to prevent an earthquake. Voltaire mocks allot the religions, the Anabaptist who is more concerned on drafting people to his religion than the religion itself. When Pangloss says that everything happens for a reason then why is it that people as innocent as children die, and have to pay the price of people´s intolerance. Instead of laughing in this chapter, I got sentimental, thoughtful.
I give Voltaire the right to laugh, and ridicule all the religions as possible because in the end we all kill in the name of something we do not know it exists, and we can never be sure. Yet in at the begging of chapter seven this old kind woman helps Candide. So it is at this times where I can´t understand kindness and evil, it makes no sense at all how after all of sadness Candide finds cunegonde and it all seems like a fairytale. Sometimes I can´t understand the world, so I give up trying and start appreciating more and more what I have.