The reality of God is that he's neither omnipotent or omniscient, more like the primeval flow of the universe knitting itself together in space. He's still a child, overall. He can't stop the stupid assholes of the world and he weeps for it constantly. He's shared <0.0000001% of his burden with me before and I cried for an entire day over it. It's rough, but the world is slowly getting better as the darkness recedes behind us. One day we'll have real, hard solutions for rapists and maybe even memory rewrites and such that can just rip the trauma out of our bodies and foster mental healing. One say soon, I hope.