Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as so unding brass, and tinkling silver.

I didn't look up the quote, so I may have gotten it wrong.

Evil. What is it about evil? Is it that it's everywhere? Or is it that it is so senseless, or that it blows up in your face just when it hu rts most, or what the heck is it about evil?

Evil has been the biggest part of man, of nature, of the universe. Evil cancels out every good, every decent, every loving thing. Evil never sleeps. Since the first single celled lifeform struggled fo r existence, nature, red in tooth and claw, has advanced by conquest and death.

When people conceive, evil is there. When religions form, evil is there. When babies are born, when old men die, when and as the time goes by.

Why make us to seek good, and truth and beauty and love, then leave us in this world to plan and chart?

I don't know, nor never will.

But evil is a part of the sunrise, of the blood that runs through our veins, of the love we make in spring , of the wars we fight  and the race we run. Evil stands for what we lost, and makes us glad to plan for what we'll someday never have. But if evil exists, god must too.

If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.