Dantea, I’d flip that on you and ask why you would want to worship any god who would create evil. Not just to you, but everyone who worships a god. I’ve yet to hear any god story that doesn’t involve some pretty horrible things they did to humanity. I’m actually surprised you feel this strongly, since you named your daughter [name_f]Persephone[/name_f] and have [name_u]Loki[/name_u] on your list. There’s always more to the story, and I don’t quite get how you can argue there’s more to [name_f]Persephone[/name_f] and [name_u]Loki[/name_u]'s stories, but [name_f]Pandora[/name_f] was just an empty shell.
[name_f]Pandora[/name_f], whether you take it as a story or truth, may have been created with a predestined purpose, but I don’t think that ruins the name or the girl. I know the [name_f]Eve[/name_f] names get lots of love, and she did the same thing, except she did hers out of free will, not because she had no choice.
Personally, I’ll take life as I know it, suffering and all. Granted, it’s impossible to imagine a world without pain and suffering, but I do subscribe to the adage that there’s no light without darkness, and to truly understand joy, you must understand sorrow. [name_m]Kahlil[/name_m] Gibran says it best:
On [name_f]Joy[/name_f] and Sorrow
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “[name_f]Joy[/name_f] is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.