A Natural History of Evil (a Satirical lVoice, a Parady)
A Natural History of Evil
(A Satirical Voice, a Parody)
William Faulkner wrote on the nature of man, he wrote in circles often, but he’d usually end up with some kind of odd temperament, man needs to work on, or work out, that got him in a predicament, evil was always close by; a drunk himself I’m sure he reached to his guts and found all that information he need lying dormant, and perhaps he said: let’s stir it up; Ernest Hemingway on the other hand, wrote on man’s insidious, modern day perversions, war, and more war, and killing, a deeper side of evil: and he also was part of the drinking club with Faulkner. The third hero of literature of my time, is F. Scott Fitzgerald, he also belongs to the alcoholic club, and wrote exclusively about what he coined, his age, the Jazz Age, matter of fact this was in all his novels; in addition, he used a lot of adjectives to get his point across. If anything, he left some deep cultural roots for the anthropologist of the next millennium to discover; why so much of him did he put in his books? It’s called ego, he had one big fat ego, as big as the Empire State Building; all drunks do, evil has its little manifestations.
You must be patient with me, Evil, and its natural history will appear, slowly, but I first must get a few fluctuating behaviors out of the way. Later on some powerful points and images may appear.
Albert Einstein, gave man the concept of Relativity, and Big Boy, the Atom Bomb, or was that ‘Fat Boy,’ not sure if we should thank him, or Satirize him. On the other side of the coin, and this coin has many sides, Darwin gave mankind food for thought, called Evolution, along with that comes the monkey-man (evil has its own way of justification).
Freud, gave us the study of the mind, why we do what we do, and where we picked up our bad habits, he points to our childhood (which most of us know nothing of, so who can argue with him), and to psychosexual origins another concept that seems to have may circles to it, and no doorways, except his: and so we got little imps inside of little people, which is Freud’s way of saying, the nature of Evil is preordained in outer space, that we got it from somebody down her on earth though, but whom is not important; perhaps someone stole an apple from you when you were two, and ever since then, evil has grown in you like a giant weed. And he squeezes it out, week after week, after week, and the most evil part of this is, it cost money, money and more money to figure out who stole that apple, and it ends up being a pear.
Cotton Mather, and Hawthorn, both wrote behind spiritual shadows, so I feel, behavior shadows, linking the visible world, to the invisible world, as if they were sidekicks: in so doing, evil comes out in their stories, likened to the devil himself. But did the devil create evil?
Elvis, believe it or not, should get a Blue Ribbon, he changed the world, and all he did was play a guitar; and that started a new era. Free sex of the 60s, plummeted out of that, and people changed their hair styles, and this and that, it seemed everything, style and life itself changed. Where did all that energy come from? Sometimes evil wears a white cape, sings gospel music.
Marco Polo, that preserving traveler, brought to us, the cultures of another race, we were no longer alone on this lonely planet. There were other sinners, thank god, and we called them names, dehumanized them so we could kill them at a clap of an eye, and they called us names, and they tried to kill us, and everyone pointed fingers. Evil had it day in the sun.
In all this madness, what extraordinary beauty, or evil or interesting thing, catches the eye? What is the nature of the beast? Better yet—what is the beast—can it be beautiful, and must it be ugly, and who is the beast, must it be a person, could it be a vapor? No finger pointing please.
I suppose I couldn’t contemplate a world without evil; it seems so natural, like air, like the roots of a tree, perhaps its branches, its leaves, a dying tree, but of course, evil is not dying, to the contrary: but yes, that will do, or perhaps a dying world, with a growing infectious tree, pumping out evil in the air like an oil well until it covers the earth, but evil did come to earth it was brought here, it is here, and we must look for its first appearance, who summed it?
We have to look for what is, or was new under the sun, to discover where evil come from. It had a home, just like everything else, like the birds and the worms, and you and me, and the angels, and the demon and, oh well; just about everything has a home.
Just like ideas that at one time were never there, when they appeared to people, like Faulkner, or Hemingway, or Einstein, or Elvis, or the Beatles, they came into existence. We all took it in, gave it a home, named it after its creator, kind of did that; like Communism, it had its founder, Lenin, but it was always there.
One thing I know that is new under the sun is me and you. If I am dead, and you are reading this, then it is you that is new under the sun. What important thing will surface, may be new. A situation may be new. But evil that is now present, will drag it down like a mule, I mean a dead mule, it is no longer new, nor is Relativity, nor is Elvis’ songs.
Disregarding good, because good always gets a lively history review, evil normally has never got its history correct, let’s see if evil can stand on its own two feet, without the devil I mean. I denote to say, where did evil come from, before the devil appeared? I don’t think he was the creator of evil, he just enshrined it, uses it. Like God may use him to sort out the weeds from the garden.
Evil has its own disposition, and some folks adore it, in a like manner, Mother Teresa adored feeding the poor of India. I don’t mean to disappoint you, but evil does not need the devil to operate, it has its own natural history, just ask the ten-million angelic beings that left heaven’s abode, in those dark cloudy days eons ago. They didn’t know Freud, or Darwin, or Elvis. I doubt they even had booze back then to push them along, they had no excuses like us humans do.
As I was saying, or about to say, we don’t need the devil here, or a war to simplify things, it would answer a lot of questions though, and put this essay to rest quicker. I have no doubts, even the earth, and its weather has its own nature, its own disposition as do animals, and plant life. Hence, so does evil. Evil is a broken-legged creature; accustomed to its own presence on earth, and elsewhere.
Evil has no sex, it has sight though, it lingers, surrounds, it tries to make you think it doesn’t exist, then like osmoses, you suck it in, this way it can now choke you, little by little, and you don’t even know it; it is actually boiling you alive in water, and you are numb to it.
When it first appeared, when it was first discovered I should say, it didn’t have the tremendous energy it has now, with its high explosive weight. Darwin could explain this better than I, but it was pointed out, it was different, it was at first just a concept, didn’t have a home, it was in the process of evolution you might say. It was a considerable distance away from any intellectual forces, but like the moon is to earth, with its magnetic pull, evil has a magnetic pull also, it comes when it senses it is of use, when it is willed, intentionally or unintentionally.
It was, you might say, removed from its first battle field, heaven. Hemingway, would understand this of course, a battlefield, he was in many of them, and I was in a few in Vietnam, but what took place was it fell, it was pushed out of heaven, and fell, and in the process it had a dusty ride down to earth you might say.
The Glory and good these beings had prior to giving evil a home, had now exchanged impressions: we all must agree the fire of battle that broke out in heaven eons ago, rapidly needed to be put out, lest it attain a foothold, and fragmentations take place, Evil was discovered like Einstein’s theory of Relativity, and if used to its maximum, it had the explosive power of an atom bomb.
Let us not be mislead, surely God knew about Evil, he just didn’t’ withdraw it from the premises, its scattered positions, it was, wherever it was, until someone sought it out, like Darwin sought out Evolution, and only the most fit will survive his surroundings. And in a like manner, only the ones, who loved God the most, would be able to withstand Evil.
And so, once evil had attached itself onto these angelic beings, it heated up, like coal or tar, more tar like I would think, and then within the unfilled gap of these beings’ frames, it seemed to get tight and tighter, so tight the frame of the being appeared to be on the verge of bursting wide open, they felt their insides were balloon like, and therefore, the nature of evil took over.
If you are asking, ‘Why doesn’t he define evil,’ let me simply say, what ever evil is, the opposite, is not evil. It is kind of like saying define wisdom, the only way I’d be able to simplify it, to a word, and not a whole book would be to say, it has an opposite, foolishness.
Anyhow, let me refocus on Evil and its natural abode. Like anything in life, it goes where it is wanted. The bad thing is, it is like cancer, it may start in the hips, and end up in the face, hands, throat, and wherever.
So you see, evil was long scattered at once, until it was discovered, but to good, it was like glass, and many of the good angelic beings approached God, said, “What is this smell, we smell? it has a heat to it, we all can feel it, sense it, it is indicative of a tar like substance we’ve experience near Orion, with its gases and so forth”
Yes indeed, you can’t hide anything in the Universe; it all comes out like a mustard seed, or mustard gas, like shells. Evil reeks, like alcohol does to flesh.
And God said, “This is called evil!”
And the good angels said, “Lord, we no longer can take a full breath in heaven.”
Like it or not, God works things out in a natural way. And as time passed the good angelic beings started choking on mucus, and they were being drawn into a form of influenza, it was circulating. The evil beings could not smell it, because it was part of them, kind of like having smoke in your cloths, the smoker can’t smell it, but boy can the nonsmoker.
Regardless of how it all started, it was endangering the other two-thirds of the angelic beings in heaven. And those beings wanted to see this evil-disease that infected their abode, finished, out of heaven before the worms came in also.
But one must remember the new evil beings where citizens of heaven just like the other two-thirds majority and they didn’t take a liking for banishment.
And so evil found its first battlefield, heaven, and it even appointed the strongest and the fittest of the lot, like Darwin would say, and it was as we all know, for the evils side, Satan, and he was wise enough to tell his evil cohorts, “Hang on tight to one another, we’re going for a quick ride.”
And as we all know, they fell to earth, and I mean fell!”
3-1-2009 •
(A Satirical Voice, a Parody)
William Faulkner wrote on the nature of man, he wrote in circles often, but he’d usually end up with some kind of odd temperament, man needs to work on, or work out, that got him in a predicament, evil was always close by; a drunk himself I’m sure he reached to his guts and found all that information he need lying dormant, and perhaps he said: let’s stir it up; Ernest Hemingway on the other hand, wrote on man’s insidious, modern day perversions, war, and more war, and killing, a deeper side of evil: and he also was part of the drinking club with Faulkner. The third hero of literature of my time, is F. Scott Fitzgerald, he also belongs to the alcoholic club, and wrote exclusively about what he coined, his age, the Jazz Age, matter of fact this was in all his novels; in addition, he used a lot of adjectives to get his point across. If anything, he left some deep cultural roots for the anthropologist of the next millennium to discover; why so much of him did he put in his books? It’s called ego, he had one big fat ego, as big as the Empire State Building; all drunks do, evil has its little manifestations.
You must be patient with me, Evil, and its natural history will appear, slowly, but I first must get a few fluctuating behaviors out of the way. Later on some powerful points and images may appear.
Albert Einstein, gave man the concept of Relativity, and Big Boy, the Atom Bomb, or was that ‘Fat Boy,’ not sure if we should thank him, or Satirize him. On the other side of the coin, and this coin has many sides, Darwin gave mankind food for thought, called Evolution, along with that comes the monkey-man (evil has its own way of justification).
Freud, gave us the study of the mind, why we do what we do, and where we picked up our bad habits, he points to our childhood (which most of us know nothing of, so who can argue with him), and to psychosexual origins another concept that seems to have may circles to it, and no doorways, except his: and so we got little imps inside of little people, which is Freud’s way of saying, the nature of Evil is preordained in outer space, that we got it from somebody down her on earth though, but whom is not important; perhaps someone stole an apple from you when you were two, and ever since then, evil has grown in you like a giant weed. And he squeezes it out, week after week, after week, and the most evil part of this is, it cost money, money and more money to figure out who stole that apple, and it ends up being a pear.
Cotton Mather, and Hawthorn, both wrote behind spiritual shadows, so I feel, behavior shadows, linking the visible world, to the invisible world, as if they were sidekicks: in so doing, evil comes out in their stories, likened to the devil himself. But did the devil create evil?
Elvis, believe it or not, should get a Blue Ribbon, he changed the world, and all he did was play a guitar; and that started a new era. Free sex of the 60s, plummeted out of that, and people changed their hair styles, and this and that, it seemed everything, style and life itself changed. Where did all that energy come from? Sometimes evil wears a white cape, sings gospel music.
Marco Polo, that preserving traveler, brought to us, the cultures of another race, we were no longer alone on this lonely planet. There were other sinners, thank god, and we called them names, dehumanized them so we could kill them at a clap of an eye, and they called us names, and they tried to kill us, and everyone pointed fingers. Evil had it day in the sun.
In all this madness, what extraordinary beauty, or evil or interesting thing, catches the eye? What is the nature of the beast? Better yet—what is the beast—can it be beautiful, and must it be ugly, and who is the beast, must it be a person, could it be a vapor? No finger pointing please.
I suppose I couldn’t contemplate a world without evil; it seems so natural, like air, like the roots of a tree, perhaps its branches, its leaves, a dying tree, but of course, evil is not dying, to the contrary: but yes, that will do, or perhaps a dying world, with a growing infectious tree, pumping out evil in the air like an oil well until it covers the earth, but evil did come to earth it was brought here, it is here, and we must look for its first appearance, who summed it?
We have to look for what is, or was new under the sun, to discover where evil come from. It had a home, just like everything else, like the birds and the worms, and you and me, and the angels, and the demon and, oh well; just about everything has a home.
Just like ideas that at one time were never there, when they appeared to people, like Faulkner, or Hemingway, or Einstein, or Elvis, or the Beatles, they came into existence. We all took it in, gave it a home, named it after its creator, kind of did that; like Communism, it had its founder, Lenin, but it was always there.
One thing I know that is new under the sun is me and you. If I am dead, and you are reading this, then it is you that is new under the sun. What important thing will surface, may be new. A situation may be new. But evil that is now present, will drag it down like a mule, I mean a dead mule, it is no longer new, nor is Relativity, nor is Elvis’ songs.
Disregarding good, because good always gets a lively history review, evil normally has never got its history correct, let’s see if evil can stand on its own two feet, without the devil I mean. I denote to say, where did evil come from, before the devil appeared? I don’t think he was the creator of evil, he just enshrined it, uses it. Like God may use him to sort out the weeds from the garden.
Evil has its own disposition, and some folks adore it, in a like manner, Mother Teresa adored feeding the poor of India. I don’t mean to disappoint you, but evil does not need the devil to operate, it has its own natural history, just ask the ten-million angelic beings that left heaven’s abode, in those dark cloudy days eons ago. They didn’t know Freud, or Darwin, or Elvis. I doubt they even had booze back then to push them along, they had no excuses like us humans do.
As I was saying, or about to say, we don’t need the devil here, or a war to simplify things, it would answer a lot of questions though, and put this essay to rest quicker. I have no doubts, even the earth, and its weather has its own nature, its own disposition as do animals, and plant life. Hence, so does evil. Evil is a broken-legged creature; accustomed to its own presence on earth, and elsewhere.
Evil has no sex, it has sight though, it lingers, surrounds, it tries to make you think it doesn’t exist, then like osmoses, you suck it in, this way it can now choke you, little by little, and you don’t even know it; it is actually boiling you alive in water, and you are numb to it.
When it first appeared, when it was first discovered I should say, it didn’t have the tremendous energy it has now, with its high explosive weight. Darwin could explain this better than I, but it was pointed out, it was different, it was at first just a concept, didn’t have a home, it was in the process of evolution you might say. It was a considerable distance away from any intellectual forces, but like the moon is to earth, with its magnetic pull, evil has a magnetic pull also, it comes when it senses it is of use, when it is willed, intentionally or unintentionally.
It was, you might say, removed from its first battle field, heaven. Hemingway, would understand this of course, a battlefield, he was in many of them, and I was in a few in Vietnam, but what took place was it fell, it was pushed out of heaven, and fell, and in the process it had a dusty ride down to earth you might say.
The Glory and good these beings had prior to giving evil a home, had now exchanged impressions: we all must agree the fire of battle that broke out in heaven eons ago, rapidly needed to be put out, lest it attain a foothold, and fragmentations take place, Evil was discovered like Einstein’s theory of Relativity, and if used to its maximum, it had the explosive power of an atom bomb.
Let us not be mislead, surely God knew about Evil, he just didn’t’ withdraw it from the premises, its scattered positions, it was, wherever it was, until someone sought it out, like Darwin sought out Evolution, and only the most fit will survive his surroundings. And in a like manner, only the ones, who loved God the most, would be able to withstand Evil.
And so, once evil had attached itself onto these angelic beings, it heated up, like coal or tar, more tar like I would think, and then within the unfilled gap of these beings’ frames, it seemed to get tight and tighter, so tight the frame of the being appeared to be on the verge of bursting wide open, they felt their insides were balloon like, and therefore, the nature of evil took over.
If you are asking, ‘Why doesn’t he define evil,’ let me simply say, what ever evil is, the opposite, is not evil. It is kind of like saying define wisdom, the only way I’d be able to simplify it, to a word, and not a whole book would be to say, it has an opposite, foolishness.
Anyhow, let me refocus on Evil and its natural abode. Like anything in life, it goes where it is wanted. The bad thing is, it is like cancer, it may start in the hips, and end up in the face, hands, throat, and wherever.
So you see, evil was long scattered at once, until it was discovered, but to good, it was like glass, and many of the good angelic beings approached God, said, “What is this smell, we smell? it has a heat to it, we all can feel it, sense it, it is indicative of a tar like substance we’ve experience near Orion, with its gases and so forth”
Yes indeed, you can’t hide anything in the Universe; it all comes out like a mustard seed, or mustard gas, like shells. Evil reeks, like alcohol does to flesh.
And God said, “This is called evil!”
And the good angels said, “Lord, we no longer can take a full breath in heaven.”
Like it or not, God works things out in a natural way. And as time passed the good angelic beings started choking on mucus, and they were being drawn into a form of influenza, it was circulating. The evil beings could not smell it, because it was part of them, kind of like having smoke in your cloths, the smoker can’t smell it, but boy can the nonsmoker.
Regardless of how it all started, it was endangering the other two-thirds of the angelic beings in heaven. And those beings wanted to see this evil-disease that infected their abode, finished, out of heaven before the worms came in also.
But one must remember the new evil beings where citizens of heaven just like the other two-thirds majority and they didn’t take a liking for banishment.
And so evil found its first battlefield, heaven, and it even appointed the strongest and the fittest of the lot, like Darwin would say, and it was as we all know, for the evils side, Satan, and he was wise enough to tell his evil cohorts, “Hang on tight to one another, we’re going for a quick ride.”
And as we all know, they fell to earth, and I mean fell!”
3-1-2009 •
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