Somebody asked me what I thought about the idea of “evil.” What is my definition of it? Do I believe in it? Well, I guess I don’t believe in it as a separate, generative force but I do see it as a distance from the source.
Its degree is subjective. It is an adjective to me, not a noun. Some think we are evil just by being alive and killing organisms to eat and survive. Some think war is evil. I have done many things in my life that some would think of as evil. 
So, my definition is, “Distance from the source or distance from love.” As an example, cold is not an entity but a speed of vibration or lack of heat. Similarly, evil is a word that subjectively describes the slowing of love vibrations through creation (the inner hippie speaks).
I am in Missouri. We had a great time in Chicago. I was staying at the top of a skyscraper downtown and was surprised to see big spiders making webs outside the windows that high up. Then I found out that they are common to buildings by the lake.
My aunt gave me a book of poetry by Stephen Dobyns and a line in it pertains to evil; “By not believing in evil, he became its accomplice.” So there is that too.
Who knows?
Do the spiders know how high up they are? Why are they climbing so high?
