Is evil the displacement of good?
And is flesh the madness of matter?
I mean, consider the orderliness of the periodic table.
Elements display exquisitely precise properties, combining with unerring predictability into molecules.
But then, what happens when atoms arrange into flesh?
Why should atoms dream?
Why should an arrangement of atoms color silence with thoughts?
What do atoms know of gladness? Or the infinite sky above us?
These are atoms writing this.
And the atoms reading this know as much as I about time and brevity, love and destiny, and the good that measures evil.