The following Writing is From a Human Perspective

It was the end of time. Mankind was extinct. Only Good and Evil stood there, watching it go away. With time frozen in the shape of a very wise and old tree in the middle of a deserted planet, with no soul left on it, Evil sat down at the base of the tree and lit up what seemed to be his last cigarette. He looked, as usual, mysteriously dark and beautiful—intriguing, like everybody wants to know him, but yet everyone is afraid of him.

As Good approached him, his face widened into a beautiful smile—or shall we say, his smile. Then he said, “Well, well, well, we meet again, Good, for one last time. Care to join me for one last drink, as humans used to say? Except, sorry, no drinks, but you get the idea.”

“Oh yeah, the irony,” answered Good. “And I don’t drink anyway, but good to see you still have a sense of humor.”

“Yeah, well, what can you do?” said Evil. “It hasn’t been long since our last encounter. I mean, there’s no encounter if we’re not both there to intend it. And who am I kidding? I can’t exist without you, and vice versa. We define each other.”

As Good approached him, looking wise and humbled like an old man scarred by time and events, he said, “Ah, Evil, my oldest nemesis, always as arrogant as ever. Glad to see you haven’t changed one bit. Even your youth still has a hold on you. You always knew how to keep me up to the challenge, my dear.”

Evil turned around and said, “I have an idea. Let’s have one last civilized conversation. At least we know how to do that, unlike those pitiful humans who died—or rather, killed each other—because of their uncivilized manners, claiming it’s revolution and giving themselves opportunities to act like animals.”

“At least we agree on something,” said Good. “Their hunger for power misled them, and their weakness only resulted in their doom. After all, they didn’t even acknowledge their God. And we were given as choices by Him—you to test them, and me for them to grow up, fight for me, and earn me. If only most of them knew how big of a reward that was. But no, they chose the shortcut.”

“Héhé, they did, didn’t they?” said Evil with a blasting laughter. “Lazy babies. They liked playing with fire. I kind of liked some of their, let’s say, inventions, and how they tried so hard to keep themselves on the edge. They even tried to challenge me, huh? Fools. I mean, just look at this cigarette. It shows how a little object, not even capable of emotions, controlled theirs—how it kept them in check with their daily smoke. There’s a writer who once said, ‘Quitting smoking is so easy; I’ve already done it 28 times.’ It shows how it kept them alive, close to death, reminded of it by every single cigarette blown to ashes.”

Good put his head up in silence, looking at the tree, and said, “Look at him. He just froze, just like that. No purpose left for him. Oh, how he was in control. He did not wait for anyone. He healed wounds, broken hearts, made people forget, saw souls gain age. Eventually, he was just a stranger passing by. He even made humans think they’re immortal by showing them a beautiful youth. I mean, you look at humans, and you’d think he’s going to stay that way until his death claims him—nice, innocent, humbled, naive. And then… AND THEN WHAT?!” Evil interrupted with a rising tone. “And then what? I came along, huh? Is that what you’re implying?”

“No, Evil, we both did,” said Good. “We were given to give them a choice, and unfortunately, most of them got confused and carried away and chose you.”

“So what?” interrupted Evil again. “I showed them the truth—the real hunger for life, to live it to the fullest. Power, greed, self-satisfaction. Civilizations were built on my train of thought. I showed them that emotions only make them weak, that in order to see greatness and make people see it and feel it in you, they need to get the job done, to crush whoever stands in their way. I showed them the true meaning of power, of control. What’s not to like? All the glory and fame they wanted, just so they can sleep at night, which kept them awake. Crazy little creatures who don’t know how to enjoy the little things.”

Good put his head down, smiled, and said, “Not like this. Not in this extreme way. You have created chaos. You have prevented them from seeing and enjoying the little things. You’ve made them run as fast as they could without stopping, and such a fast life made them destroy each other. That’s when you’ve created chaos. You’ve erased their principles, their humanity.”

“Human? Human? Bwahahaha! Good, please, give me a break. These creatures were given that title? What is this humanity that they have? Please, indulge me, Good. I’ve seen nothing but wars, famine, vendetta. Shall I proceed? Oh, wait, I don’t have to. There’s a word for all of this. It’s called… me. It’s called Evil. I’m not guilty, your honor. They mess things up and blame it on faith, religion, God, just to avoid admitting their mistakes. They lost their faith in everything, made themselves gods, and then wondered why the world is going into flames. It’s quite something, isn’t it? I didn’t do anything. They chose this, and just made me smarter and smarter. Huh, such dull creatures.”

Good walked over to the tree, put his hand on it, and said, “I’m not going to argue with you on this. They’ve made mistakes, truth be told, but they had good things. And even bad things that eventually showed them a good side of them. Like infidelity showed them that they are weak, that they need help, that they need to bond, to approach each other, to share, to be there for each other. And what about mercy, which is a good thing that humanity was proud to show?”

Evil stood up and said, “There you go, Good. There you go. That’s what I wanted to hear—a show. It’s all a show to them. You’d think the celebrities who went to hospitals and visited the ill wanted to do that? Do you think that providing protection from powerful countries to others was all by the pure heart of the thing that you call humanity? Always ulterior motives. Always. Not all of them—I’m not that good. There are those who escaped and followed your road. I’m admitting that. But they always wanted a show, especially the nations leading the world. Because if you showed them fear, they’ll follow.”

“But not respect you,” interrupted Good.

Evil sighed. “Respect is overrated,” he answered.

“You know what intrigued me?” said Good. “The love between a mother and her child. You’d think that what made him a good man, a curious, intelligent one, is his wife. But you’d be wrong. It was all the doing of the mother. She just did it with such grace that nobody noticed it and gave the credit to the wife. I mean, I’m not saying that the wife didn’t do anything, but it’s like the mother built the main walls, the ground floor, for him to become a successful man in life. I really admire that. Of course, I cannot deny the love between a man and his wife, but you see, it has never been like the mother’s. Because in a relationship, it’s give and take, which makes you learn, grow up, and handle life. Without it, you’d be lost in life. But the love given by the mother is always a sacrifice from her part, which is extraordinary, I must say.”

“Oh yes, love,” answered Evil, letting out smoke from his mouth. “Love, the mistress of mercy, the pain and the agony that gives such unforgettable desire and lust. Never felt it, but whenever I saw humans act weird or make a stupid, life-changing decision, I knew and would just say, ‘Ah, the poor bastard, he’s going to regret it.’ But oddly enough, I saw them happy, which I never understood.”

In that moment, something magical happened. Eyes and a mouth opened from the tree, and the mouth spoke: “Yes, my dear Evil, they were happy. Times were good to them, as they say, because after every hardship, there’s a moment of ease, which I don’t stay long for, but it’s always beautiful to see.”

Evil was startled, looking at the old, wise tree, and Good took his hand, smiling. “So, Evil,” said Time, “how are you? Have times been good to you?”

“Good one, Evil,” said Time. “You are such a selfish one for giving them such a brief moment of happiness, my friend. Even I’m not that cruel. I root for the eternal happiness of the spotless heart. Héhé.”

“Oh, Evil, my young-looking friend,” said Time, “the brief moment is the joy of it. If it were a bit longer, they would’ve hated it. Humans always like moving along, moving on. They hated pausing. They felt bored, annoyed, and disturbed. So it wasn’t much of a choice for me. They wanted it fast, and of course, complained about it. They were in an infinite paradox, as always. Because if it went the other way, which is slow, nobody would’ve benefited from it, and we would’ve been still stuck in the age of rocks—no inventions, no history, nothing. You know, no matter how humans live their lives, they’ll always say at the end, ‘Oof, it went by so fast.’ And it does. And if they would’ve had the chance to do it all over again, they will, in the same way, choose the same paths.”

“That is the truth, my friend,” said Good. “You’d think you’ll do something different, but you won’t, because you have attachments—people you loved and still want to go back to. Your instincts will guide you to it, even though your brain will try to do the opposite, as it always does. That’s why some of the humans try to diversify, and they always say, ‘Don’t be too good at one thing.’ But they have an ego and the tendency to be the best, so they prefer to choose one thing, set a path, and drive through the woods and into the mountain of success.”

“I mean, even love—the divine secret of life—they sold it,” said Evil. “So many emotions going on inside that blood pump they call a heart, but I only think it’s a state of mind. They fall in love, they break up for the stupidest reasons, they become strangers, they feel sad, mad, angry all the time. I mean, why do they bother to hurt themselves? For what pleasure is in that? I shall only name it human insanity. What is love? A feeling? What is a feeling?” he kept asking.

Good said, “It’s kind of an instinct, like the animal one, but it is sane—well, some of it—and it shows a great deal of sacrifice. You can have the whole world, but you choose to spend a little tiny bit of it with this one person, and you’ll be happier than ever. And when I say happy, I say occasionally, because the mistake that humans made is that they thought that happily ever after exists. They were foolish, and you can both agree with me.”

But Good cut him off by saying, “Listen to me, my old, young-looking companion. I really want to convince you about love. There’s always a flip side to that coin, like I’m your flip side. When you think it’s all set and done, that life has given it to you, that happiness will no longer occur in your life, someone comes along and changes it for you—changes it all—and shows you the real love, with its every hard and sweet thing, with all the support needed. When you look at her, you’re blinded from the rest of the world. Every problem is gone. Every shame, hurt, pride wall will crumble down in front of that person. You’ll only see happiness and growing old. You won’t know how time just flew by you while you were staring at that person, but you won’t regret every second passing by while you’re spending it with her. And you’ll know true happiness from the look of her eyes. You know, it’s weird how love gives you passion, a sense of direction, and a true meaning of an enjoyable life. But the mistake that anyone can make is to make it all of your life. That would make you a hypocrite towards yourself and others, because love—or anything, actually—can only be seen through your actions, which is kind of hard to do if you’re just in love. If you make it just about your feelings, they’ll let you down by giving your mind this illusion that everything is alright. So, in other words, to make it work, a sharp mind is always recommended.”

Time and Evil both nodded their heads. “Now, let’s discuss another topic before time dies and we’re done, shall we?” said Good.

They were silent for a moment. Then Evil said, “I want to talk about my favorite one: power, and how beautiful of an art it is. I mean, for me, power is the public figure of success. It’s the only logical explanation to a purpose in life.”

Good looked at him like a father looks at his son and smiled. Then he said, “Go on. I’m listening.”

So Evil said, “You know, Good, humans might be greedy, dull creatures, but they showed some character, some talent in many things—bad or good. They have this way to make everything you look at fascinating and admirable, just like art. When they say that writers write what they know—a quote by humans—that is true. The most beautiful things humans know is how to put on an amazing show. And they gained power by that. They put up a beautiful show for me, showing me what it means to have power. They showed me my own picture in that. They made my evil an art, and I was so proud of them. You see, when a man holds power, it’s like magic. Money doesn’t even compare to power. Of course, it is one of its main sources, but a human is a scared little thing, looking for self-satisfaction in life, which can be very tiring if you don’t have ways to make it easy for you—people under your command to make it work, just like little puppets. I’m going to say this with regret, but even though I admire and adore power, it was humanity’s self-destruction bomb. Because humans always wanted to play God. They love the idea of control and being immortal. That’s why they build statues to immortalize themselves. But they know, deep in their hearts, that the ultimate power only belongs to God Himself, because no one man can have all that power.”

Good looked at him with curiosity and said, “What’s wrong, Evil? You look so confused. Did you discover something while you were talking?”

Evil answered him by saying, “I guess so. I think that my favorite topic just became my least favorite one. I was so excited to talk about it, and now I see that it was the reason for human extinction. I got unemployed because of power.” Evil sighed, with the cigarette in his hand.

Then Good said, “But you hated humans. Why are you so unhappy about this?”

Evil said, “I never hated humans. I’m a psychopath, if you will. I like to mess around with them, hurt them, drive them to killing themselves, but never do it myself. I’m not that dreadful, Good.”

At that moment, Good looked at him as he never did before. He looked at him like you look at a little kid when you see him discovering the world for the first time—so confused—and said, “Listen here, Mr. Dark Soul—which I’m not so sure about anymore, because I think you’re growing a conscience.”

Evil interrupted him and said, “Nonsense! Me, a conscience? When hell freezes over.”

Good was silent for a moment, and then said, “You know what I think? I think you are jealous of power because it did a better job than you. It made humans horrible without even being alive nor existing—an idea, a lifeless thing, hurt them more than you. Just like that cigarette you’re holding in your hand. And when a new, better thing comes along, it makes the old one useless or unemployed. That’s the way with them, terrestrials. They get bored so fast; they want change, although they claim it’s the scariest thing to do for them. No wonder the earth is deserted after they’re gone. They were always in denial, so they made so much damage, it makes everyone’s soul shake—even us. And we supposedly saw everything there is in life. So that can only mean one thing: you exist in them. You should be flattered rather than confused or angry, which is what I’m witnessing on your face right now, by the way.”

“Now, let’s change the subject, shall we?” said Good. “You know, I’ve always wondered where we came from and how come you look so young, and I look so old, even though we should be of the same age. Of course, your field, if I may say, doesn’t require a lot of work, a lot of stress, unlike mine. You have to earn the title of being good, but you can easily be evil because, at the end, all they kept showing is how cool and easy being bad or evil is, how lame and boring the good guy was. They made your side stand up in the crowd while mine was crushed and kicked out of the show. But you know what I think? No, you know what? Let’s state the facts here. At the beginning, life was beautiful. It was good and full of joy and life. Everything was in sync, in harmony. And then they came along, and you were born with them. But I already existed before them, and then in them, which can only mean ….

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