When terminated at work, does the Evil hurt? Or when jilted at the altar? Or when stabbed in the back by alleged friends, does the Evil feel the pain?
Pain. It is supposed to make us realize we're human. That we feel. That we bleed. Pain doesn't really make the world go round. On the other hand, it makes our heads spin in agony, so crazily that we don't get to see the concrete beneath our feet anymore.
We inflict pain on others, be it intentionally or unintentionally. Others return the favor, so to speak. And we bleed. We're human, after all.
But does the Evil feel pain?
I'm not talking about the cruel people, or the bad ones who commit thievery in order to survive or those who fib about not smoking to their parents. I refer to those whose conscience has seem to have long deserted them, to those who can rape their moms, daughters, and siblings or murder their neighbors just for the heck of it. I refer to the people whose hearts are as black as night, who commit mortal sins effortlessly, even laughing as they execute their dark deeds.
When inflicted with the pain - however slight, however immense - by other people, do they hurt, too? Are they, like us, humans who also bleed?
Or have they become numb and unfeeling? So much that they cannot anymore feel the sand beneath their feet?
Monday, April 14, 2008
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