Perhaps Evil Is The Crucible

The Demon Is A Liar. He Will Lie To Confuse Us; But He Will Also Mix Lies With The Truth To Attack Us. His Attack Is Psychological, Damien. And Powerful.

Earth Is A Homicide Victim. We Lose Our Children. There Are Wars. Disease. And God Comes Strolling By Like A Cosmic Billie Burke.

What Looked Like Morning Was The Beginning Of Endless Night

Every Man That Ever Lived Craved Perfect Happiness, The Detective Poignantly Reflected. But How Can We Have It When We Know We’re Going To Die? Each Joy Was Clouded By The Knowledge It Would End. And So Nature Had Implanted In Us A Desire For Something Unattainable? No. It Couldn’t Be. It Makes No Sense. Every Other Striving Implanted By Nature Had A Corresponding Object That Wasn’t A Phantom. Why This Exception? The Detective Reasoned. It Was Nature Making Hunger When There Wasn’t Any Food. We Continue. We Go On. Thus Death Proved Life.

You Don't Blame Us For Being Here, Do You? After All, We Have No Place To Go. No Home... Incidentally, What An Excellent Day For An Exorcism.