In 1992, my mother had a stroke because of a brain aneurysm. Initially, when she became ill, I asked a lot of the usual "why" questions. I asked them, because I didn't have a clue why this happened to my mother. After all, she was a God-fearing, Christian woman who did nothing but good for other people. I would ask these questions over and over again, without ever receiving an answer that would comfort me emotionally. I call these types of questions "endless loop questions".