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Toby Rogers's avatar

I have clearly given the class a very difficult assignment!

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It’s called evil. Evil isn’t a construct of 1950’s Sunday school teachers or old Irish priests. It exists. It is real. I call it the “Dick Cheney energy”. When any of us sees a puppy playing or a child laughing we melt inside. This energy seeks to crush young life, all life, crush the innocence and spirit and love that should constitute our universe.

This evil-I believe it was Thomas Merton who called it the “Unspeakable”, seeks to exploit our every little weakness and entices and pushes us to act against our own interests and nature to do harms to ourselves and others, great and small.

We have free will, and agency, and this are intrinsically more powerful than the robotic, heartless evil spirits that assault us, but we all have out Achille’s heel, which the evil is keenly aware of, and will seek to exploit to get us to turn on each other, even our loved ones, and do despicable things.

Every human has a calling, a destiny to fulfill, and if we were all doing what we are supposed to be doing, what we are called to do, there would be no strife, because life, and love, and fulfillment are not part of a zero sum game. Your fulfillment enriches me as much as it benefits and completes you. The spirits of death and destruction, wherever they come from, are terrified and threatened by real love, community, Joy, fulfillment and so on. They thrive on dissent, war destruction, corruption, perversion and hatred.

I was raised Catholic and the question of good and evil always remained a bit abstract to me. It wasn’t until I was introduced to the scared medicines of the Amazon that I was really able to see and feel what evil looked like,, and also what real love feels like.

Genocide and other abominations will never simply disappear until or unless we take responsibility for our own lives and actions, in ways little and small.

Thanks for all you do to fight the good fight when it is so much easier to bend the knee, to kiss the ring.

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