Blight: (n) something that frustrates plans or hopes.
When good is ignored because it’s not bad enough to be exciting.
That is the blight on every culture.
Any time we begin to believe that the pursuit of happiness, the joy of generosity and the cradle of creativity is not enough to instill enthusiasm in our lives, we bring an infection into our thinking, which culminates in chaos.
I ask myself a simple question: what can I do to bring joy to myself and my fellow-humans without being relegated to the role of the silly, foolish, naive dunce?
I don’t know why we think evil is so intriguing.
I don’t know why, in the presence of good, that Adam and Eve pursued the knowledge of evil.
Is there some sort of misguided notion that doing things in a cloud of deceit actually increases the level of pleasure?
- For women, do bad boys make sex more exciting?
- For men, do prostitutes actually have more experience for thrilling encounters?
- Does lying make political victory sweeter?
Goodness has always suffered from bad public relations.
It is time to take the blight off of our society by exposing what really happens to darkness in the third act, instead of merely leaving the play after Act One … believing that wickedness is cool.
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