I know I've recommended this book to some of you before, but it's favorite of mine, so I'll mention it again.
In Annie Dillard's book For The Time Being, she attempts to make sense of nature and its relation to those of us who live under its grace, in "a cosmos where grace is tangled in a rapture with violence."
She writes that it is hard to imagine so many people drowning in the tidal wave that killed 138,000 in Bangladesh in 1991, and her young daughter answers, "No, it isn't. Lots and lots of dots, in blue water."
What this book lacks in narrative structure, it more than makes up for in consolation: none of the world, natural or unnamtural, makes any sense, not the bird-headed dwarves nor a tsunami, or the order of sand and stars. We're at the mercy of our own short perspective, and nature's stubborn existence, despite what we've heaped out.