Evil Does Not Exist

Evil does not exist. My whole life has been people, who don’t write music, who haven’t acted, who couldn’t fathom writing a story, telling me how magical art and creation are. There is not mystical otherness or magic involved in creation. And it’s folly to think only humans can do it, that we’re some special thing.  We live and breathe like we’re some unique new moment. That some indescribable force put us here. We can name all our components and the essentials of our story so easily though. It’s all so simple and blatant.  We’re nothing more than this, than our context. Nothing we make or do is beyond description or explanation. Some people resolve to calling this nature fate. Others pretend it’s deeper than that even. It’s life and it’s not so complicated. We’re human and we are here.  The birds sing prettier than all of you.