There is no evil in the world

Beyond that within man

The spirit creation and destruction

Often named to give form to the formless

To protect the fragile ego, perhaps?

I have always believed that the nature of man

Violent

Beautiful

Incomplete

We are a lost and lonely species

Always searching, but never really knowing for what

Perhaps this means every discovery

Has been nothing more than a footnote

Of a journey

Of which there is no end