Evil exists.

Some folks got it all figured out, no reason to scream or shout, it is what it is, and there is nothing they want to do about it.

Some folks don't find life so simple. They hear the cries of abused children, they hate wars, literally HATE wars, that they know are just to profit the few while making cannon fodder of the oppressed.

Some of us actually hear and feel the cries and anguish, have dived down those dreaded rabbit holes which reveal truths that make a reasonable person find it all so unbelievably evil that it can't be true.

Some of us lie in bed at night, and these thoughts enter our minds and intrude upon our quest to just forget, to just sleep, and not count dead mothers, fathers and children instead of sheep.

I don't know what makes some of us aware of the negative energy that permeates our culture from such a few? I wish I wasn't one of those people. But I can't help that I hear it, smell it, and know that it is real.

If one doesn't recognize that evil exists, (and these sentiments have nothing to do with organized religion), they will ignore it, let themselves be consumed by it, and will never, ever have the inner strength, desire or fortitude to eradicate it.