PROLOGUE/Intro
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What is bad?
Your cloud seems hazy yet your blunt strikes are quite on point. Look down; do you think your doing a "bad" job?
I… I don't know
Why is one born to be "bad?" Why are we born and come with "good?" We ask ourselves that, but the answers are not the needle in the hay stack, but the cheese in a rat's maze.
It is instincts.
From the sweet fruit juices that were to never spill down our sinful lips and greedy throats, from the blade that was made to protect and kill: we have always been "bad." Traveling along rivers of blood and forests grown over ashes, life death, when "bad" is over thrown; it finds its way to be reborn. Say, are we supposed to be "bad?"
It leaks through us.
You agree: we aren't. So then, what is this "good" we are said to have? Must a person be mentally stable to have it? Must one have "good" intentions in order to harbor "it-" "the good?" Well then, let all of the wicked of the world gather and rejoice, because through their clouded eyes, they are "good." So then, why not rejoice with evil for having "good" intentions? Maybe it's because everyone else has a different idea.
Evil? Are they not bad?
That's just it! They are not! Not one bit. Say it loud, "I am good. I am good," because you are good! Entitled to being subjective and determining who- you-are! Exclaim it to your heart's content, because it is not what they think, but what you think. But, what is "good" to one?
Me… I am good…
You are good. You've separated it so well, such detailed insides, no?
It's glistening.
Beautiful, we are all beautiful. Dirt we come dirt we will become. Such a excellent idea to take a lovely mid-night stroll, no?
Perhaps…
You're still clouded? Everyone to ever roam the surface of the world has been born, "good!" Not, righteously whole, nor, "intentionally having good value," but… simply, "well." And because of this vague, weak description we put upon a simple four letter word, we underrate it. What is "good?" Why are we "good?" Well then, why are they bad? Well, the question that we should be asking is, why is there "bad?" Why must we be born to be "bad?" But it's quite simple: because without, "bad," or, "good," is as meaningless as a four lettered word. Why? Because where there is too much "good," there bound to be corruption in its own little way.
Good… bad…Corruption? They both are?
You seem to have missed a spot: the answers as clear as the iris. Take a closer look, will you?
It's clouded… why?
It's experience something bad, which was for good. For, your good.
My good…
Confused? Please, refrain from becoming. Well then, have we concluded the debate? Cracked, red-stained corridors and twisted minds don't seem to. It seems as if, "good" and "bad" have split into "wrong" and "right." But, alas, ignore my last spout: there is no need to go deeper in to thought because it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter not-one-bit. You are your wrong or right, you are your "good" and "bad." No-one-else-matters, these categories do not matter.
At least to those with a lost screw, isn't it?
Well then, are they the same?
Ah!Why… You ask so tenderly – so tentatively - but don't matter to us, does it? Nor does the icky feeling of the blood trickling down your skin, right? Why is that?
Because… we are good!
And so that leads us back to our true question: Where does "bad" come from?
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