What I call evil, is not a something but a withdrawal, destruction without reconstruction, a lack, withdrawal, empathy renounced, consciousness unlit, bleak imagination, inattention stuck, bleary transcendence, fabrications lost in the translation of most convenient. Evil instigates. If moths eat bulbs, unprotected cubs stranded in unlit streets can't face what I call evil. Shadows engulf an abstraction until our enemy becomes yourself. If emptiness grows apathy, eternally recur 'till empathy returns our every breath into clarity. If emptiness degrades the truth and shallows our thinking, renounce the void: choose Amor fati! until there's no fate but to transparent love what is despite fears. Shadows submit your will into a lack, it traps you, by craving, it sucks you into an unilateral blur as desires attempt to fill your void. If you follow an idea, fall prey to that ideal, you'll grieve the lack: imprisoned in shadows a face blurs, ignores and conceals the fullest: an augmentation of our creative nectar, though briskly yanked from the melting pot that feeds narcissus into our lifelines to teach us there is an inclination no longer confined to an unilateral blurriness, nor deafened by a void eager to expand through preying itself after it got lost in expansiveness. Ignore the existence of the void and your lacks will empty dry reserves of beauty. Embrace what voids, choose the evidence, even when knowledge pains as sudden light hurts the eyes 'cause moths ate our bulbs. Illuminate mirrors that reflect cares until our face frees itself from shadows. If after all efforts, we fail, keep sailing, there's no gold rush but truth to embrace. Drops create oceans as patience reaps veiled blossoms. Resolve voids by sharing multilateral visions that equate joy to wisdom, forgiveness, care, illuminated acts that sweep the shadow of faces we could love.