“The road to hell…” we are told, or rather reminded cautiously but emphatically – sometimes with a wagging finger – “is paved with good intentions”
But what’s hell? What’s good? And from whose perspective?
We are also often told about or we hear stories and are constantly reminded of evil. But rarely are we told or shown what or who is evil or indeed, what is evil?
What constitutes evil? And from whose perspective?
But, like sheep or the “sheeple” we’re, we bleat “hell, evil” and “good”
The conversation at the cemetery pulled the wool off my eyes! I looked around, my heart warmed at the sight of glittering facade, but as I scratched the shiny, glitzy surface, my heart throbbed with pain, overwhelmed with helplessness, I finally resigned to taking refuge in hope.
Son, what’s evil? The voice, audibly of an elderly sage, now permanent resident at this particular cemetery, asked, sending back and forth but comforting echos in my certainly stunned mind. I thought and processed the question. Evil? I asked. I don’t know. I replied.
Don’t be naive, son! You must know what evil is, if you don’t, then you don’t know what “good” is and you should never use or apply both words to speak [talk] about anything or anyone. Alright, son! The same wise voice, said or rather, cautioned. But I don’t know, I insisted.
What is evil? I asked. Ah! Son, I can tell you what evil is because I’ve lived it, through it, experienced it and transitioned out of it to my current sweet eternal residence. I am free from evil but everyday, I see how it plays out on you and everybody.
But what is evil? I insisted.
Son, evil is not a single thing out there, that I can point to and advise you to be careful of/about. Evil is an aggregate of small thoughts, intentions and actions, sometimes with the advantage of time, that culminate into destruction – physical, emotional or mental destruction.
But why do we say evil or that person is evil? I asked. You say evil because; (a) perhaps you’ve come face to face with and experienced the aggregate that constitutes evil; (b) you’re repeating what you’ve been told and/or taught – socially – about evil.
You say a person is evil because they exhibit or demonstrate traits of your preconceived concept of evil, perhaps based on experience or again, what you’ve been told/taught about evil and what it is. Or because the person is engaged in what is perceived as evil.
But I don’t understand what you mean. I declared.
That’s precisely why evil lives on, that’s what allows evil to thrive. Ignorance of what evil is, or what constitutes evil. The wise voice roared! It’s the same ignorance that paves evil with good intentions.
Paving evil with good intentions? How? I wondered and asked.
Ah! This is complicated but think and look at it this way; we begin off – the majority of us – anything, everything with trying to get something for ourselves, to make ourselves and those around us better.
The intention is good but when it comes to the execution or actioning of intentions it will, more often than not, mean or involve, stepping on other people’s or a few people’s toes or breaking promises or bones, here and there. The more we do it, the more it builds up, the pattern forms.
It’s that pattern that aggregates into evil. Remember, evil is an aggregate of small thoughts, intentions and actions. There are people whose job and preoccupation is to think these small thoughts, intentions and how to action them under certain excuses. The wise voice reminded. But they are largely ignorant of the aggregate outcome of their preoccupation. Few are fully aware of the outcome and intentionally work to bring about such outcome. This is why evil is, for the most part, a matter of perception and perspective.
But what’s hell? What’s good? And from whose perspective? I asked.
Hell is evil. Good is ignorance of what is being labelled good. It’s also ignorance of the alternative
No one has a monopoly of perspective because perspective is a manifestation of perception. Perception is unique. The wise voice, remarked, rather emphatically.
I looked at my 75 year old automatic watch, I realised time was up, the cemetery session was over, the conversation stopped. I walked away but with a challenged mind!