some might say true evil is the one not deluded,
as it might be deluded by a crucifixion,
some might say true evil: a purity of it
is transcendent... spanning centuries
rather than generations to the widest extent
only counting 4, if not simply 3
to the extent of itemised history
of familial bonds; but some people say
many more other things
that require immediate attention,
but such things never acquire
the tongue of stress of attention
and economic change:
billionaires and **** victims as kin,
paupers and **** actresses if any...
or some debased fabrication
that might sway a political talk...
but i from no higher tier of
pride by print rather than pride by
thought...
a purity of evil by non-demanding
engagement but by simple observation,
an apathy...
for pure good would simply not exist,
too tempted into activity,
and i suppose changing the ontology
of narration: from eager feet to idle hands...
and so few being idle handed
and so many being idle footed...
a paradox emerges with the lost breeds of
horse hoofs... to the metallic cartwheels
of mercury movement quicker than water
in a time's measurement of two black holes;
but some still ennoble themselves
with the thought of a self, as if unique,
but far from unique, in the collective
of assortments of expression of such fictive
allowances non-representative of being
human as part but rather apart:
to invoke an invention of a god... a language
not spoken to be neighbours...
to be without a thought of a self,
to thus create the proto-cartesian equation
of post-existentialism:

"self"                             =                        analogue

who knows where the north of thought is...
and who knows where the guiding unit is that
might direct thought towards north to be northern...
or likewise the speed of light squared...
the essence of light in geometry, i shape,
for light be a straight line encapsulated
into the geometry of a straight line when
everything concerning it was to be squared,
made parabolic / wavy... ripply.