I’ve heard it said that there are two types of stories to help us understand:
What is evil?
Everyone sits around the fireplace, surrounded by other young ones, and they watch and listen to the old man. The wise one. The guy with experience, with understanding. With battle scars. With knowledge. They sit and they listen.
And this is where the story diverges.
In the first version, the old man points into the forest. Into the wild. Into the dark night surrounding the campfire, encroaching on them. He points outward, toward nature. Toward the “other” in the world. Toward the unknowns that plague mankind through the dark.
Evil is out there.
That’s what he’ll tell the kids. He might talk of aliens, of demons, of monsters. He might talk about beasts or the paranormal. Either way, the story ends with them. With that thing. That creature. That entity.
That is what’s evil.
And the second type?
The second sort of story?
The other half of this tale of divergence? Continue reading “Discussions at Camp”