From the question “Which picture saddened you the most to the point of moving you?“
These are the images of evil. Pure, ruthless, true, because you can see its intensity in the eyes of its Victims. Strong, because it is able to change forever the life, provided to have been spared, of those who are victims of it.
Intense and imperishable, like a deep wound, that even when healed, it will leave forever the signs of its passage.
Why does he strike an innocent?
Because he finds in the innocent his greatest outburst, his intensely abducting senses and emotions generating a decompensation in reality for the reality itself.
It also and above all strikes (as you can see) those people who cannot expect it. Today we all know the faces of the petty men of the war in Sarajevo: perched like hawks, in search of their prey, the snipers hit them mercilessly.
They threw lead splinters as confetti at a feast: the feast of the dead. Their victims weren’t “Military targets” (also called people, men, souls at the service of a country), but simple civilians, innocent, helpless, with the sole fault of having passed under the gaze of the rapacious assassin and attacker.
The Man. Beast par excellence.
What is evil then? The luck of good?
But shouldn’t the absence of “good” be indifference? Often more treacherous and cruel than evil, but not evil by definition. The absence of good doesn’t have to generate, but must rather mark the absence of something.
The evil, however, I think is a separate entity with its own generation and regeneration present in some people often healthy carriers, as long as everything turns to their will.
The seed of evil is beyond that of good and, as always in the man who reacts better to negativity than positivity, one can objectively affirm that in them it will find more fertility.
The evil is not containable and we do not want to quantify it for fear of discovering that it is far superior… to the good.
“The bestiality of animals derives from an instinct for survival, that of man from pure cruelty, often accompanied by the taste for hurting”