Evil is not the Opposite of Good, it's the Opposite of Truth

[WallFlowerActive]

And yet, I can conceive of saying truthful things that cause great distress to another. Surely, in that case, truth causes evil.

What was that about self confidence turning into pride?  Especially when the truth is just mainstream media propaganda, spin, and lies.

[Compendium]

Within the mysteries we are taught that "evil" itself does not exist, only pain

Everything is either love or pain

To put before and allow is to love

To put after and deny is to pain

Within both, there is equilibrium and exchange between "creation" and "decay"

Both love and pain, can be both creation and decay

The beauty of living creature, given to feed another. A dance between creation and decay, that is both love and pain

What we call evil, is an emotionally equated perception of pain, within cycles of decay

The only exception to perceived evil amounting to some type of pain, is within innocence. Those who know no better, or do not care, as they are yet to understand the emotional depth and complexity of their actions and choices

Evil as a concept within the theological substructure of the mysteries, is a term that is most commonly used as little more than a way to dismiss particular ideas, people and depths of pain. Often within the individuals themselves

[UltraBudgie]

What we call evil, is an emotionally equated perception of pain, within cycles of decay

So a society that isolates its population from the pain needed to support their lifestyle, while simultaneously drugging them into analgesic complacency, that is a society that is protecting from evil?

There is something there that doesn't seem right.

It seems like the same kind of abeyance that says there is no such thing as aesthetic quality in art, only that which generates engagement.

[andy06shake]

Within the mysteries we are taught that "evil" itself does not exist, only pain

Everything is either love or pain

To put before and allow is to love

To put after and deny is to pain

Within both, there is equilibrium and exchange between "creation" and "decay"

Both love and pain, can be both creation and decay

The beauty of living creature, given to feed another. A dance between creation and decay, that is both love and pain

What we call evil, is an emotionally equated perception of pain, within cycles of decay

The only exception to perceived evil amounting to some type of pain, is within innocence. Those who know no better, or do not care, as they are yet to understand the emotional depth and complexity of their actions and choices

Evil as a concept within the theological substructure of the mysteries, is a term that is most commonly used as little more than a way to dismiss particular ideas, people and depths of pain. Often within the individuals themselves

Some may argue that life is pain and struggle.

Speckled with odd moments of wonder and happiness.

[FlyersFan]

Some may argue that life is pain and struggle.

Life is all about suffering and what you do with the suffering.
That seems to be the intent with life.

And the worst thing, at least worst to me ...
scientists call life ... 'the circle of life' ...
But it's really the circle of death.
Nearly everything on this planet lives because something else died in order for it to live.
Everything eats something that was living.
Even the grass that the cows eat live because something died to make the soil proper for 
supporting the grass to eat off of it.

It's a circle of death.
And you kinda have to wonder at Who came up with such an existence for everything ...

[andy06shake]

Life is all about suffering and what you do with the suffering.
That seems to be the intent with life.

And the worst thing, at least worst to me ...
scientists call life ... 'the circle of life' ...
But it's really the circle of death.
Nearly everything on this planet lives because something else died in order for it to live.
Everything eats something that was living.
Even the grass that the cows eat live because something died to make the soil proper for 
supporting the grass to eat off of it.

It's a circle of death.
And you kinda have to wonder at Who came up with such an existence for everything ...

Everything dies Flyers.

It's just how reality is wired.  

Nothing lasts forever.

Not even the stars in the sky.

Or the galaxies they comprise.

Entropy is a cruel mistress.

And change, well im led to believe that's inevitable.

As to who/what came up with it all.

That's the sixty-four million dollar question, is it not?

[UltraBudgie]

Not even the stars in the sky.

Or the galaxies they comprise.

Poetic Andy is my favourite! This is pretty prose.

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Now, that rage and suffering: is it evil?

[andy06shake]

Poetic Andy is my favourite! This is pretty prose.

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Now, that rage and suffering: is it evil?

Good choice, some Dylan Thomas.

In the context of the poem, i think it's about defiance and resistance to the inevitable. 

It's about struggle.

And i suppose, that's life in a nutshell for most people on the planet.

[FlyersFan]

Everything dies Flyers.

Yeah ... but everything having to feed off other living things and make them die in order to make themselves live ... If there is a God that created all this it kinda makes you wonder what was going on in His head when he came up with that as His plan for things.  (no I'm not judging God)

[UltraBudgie]

It's about struggle.

You bring light to the true nature of jihad, brother.

The struggle within, and the struggle without.

Is evil anything more than moral abeyance and the victory of lassitude?

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