Geoffrey HillEvil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.
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To say that evil is not good is to say that evil is not the absence of good. To say that evil is not good is not to say that people should try to defeat or defeat all evil. It is only to say that we should understand and accept the fact of evil and do what we can to stop it. Evil is a word with a powerful meaning, but it should be used carefully.
Evil is an empty word. It is a word that does not mean anything because nothing can be done about it. If we talk about evil, we must talk about something that can be conquered.
Source: Canaan
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