"A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to
know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so.
Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is
bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the
least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow.
A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make
the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to
tend it. You believe that?
"I dont know.
"Believe that."
--Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
You look inside the depressed chest of Doc and Jim and Betsy and all
those piteously deceived ensnared in Team Evil's web of Iniquity and
see a blackened gourd amid a depraved hollow, Argus-eyed Sinister
perched in its sulphurous Aerie, ready to molt char and ash to lay
bare the face of Evil itself upon our unsuspecting world, stippling
the sky with drops of antic blood and fire. The face that descends
upon you, like the succubus, is symmetrical and seductive, and wholly
evil. If you must look, do not be charmed. Tie yourself to the mast.
This is your warning. Evil shall not and will not prevail. Believe
that.
Love,
All That is Good in the World