Visiting (if only momentarily) the dark side of the moon...

Wonder. I wrote of it at length after my visit to "space". Allowing your mind to stretch in an attempt to understand even a small piece of our ever-widening universe is addicting in its endless possibility. But there is another side of wonder that is less inviting, though just as addicting. Stretching your mind to understand the human capacity for evil is a desperate attempt at lassoing a feeling of safety. If we could only wrap our collective head around how a person can inflict such pain, whether mental or emotional, but especially physical, on another, maybe we could feel safe to live in this world, proud to be a human being. But that will never happen. Maybe, even truer still, our attempt to comprehend the grotesqueness of crimes committed by seemingly "normal" people is our fight to deny that such a possibility lies within all of us. Isn't that what Lord of the Flies was about?

But, how do we as civilized beings continue living in a world where we know such evil is possible? How do we as creatures with souls continue feeling knowing that we are essentially no different than the lowest of the low? We tell ourselves we are different. And we believe it. But are we?

PS- Watch Changeling. It'll blow your collective mind.


Without dark, there cannot be light.