The Ugly Truth - Modern Relationships

Why are relationships so hard today? Why do we fail at love every time, despite trying so hard? Why have humans suddenly become so inept at making relationships last? Have we forgotten how to love? Or worse, forgotten what love is?
We’re not prepared. We’re not prepared for the sacrifices, for the compromises, for the unconditional love. We’re not ready to invest all that it takes to make a relationship work. We want everything easy. We’re quitters. All it takes is a single hurdle to make us crumble to our feet. We don’t let our love grow, we let go before time.
It’s not love we’re looking for, only excitement and thrill in life. We want someone to watch movies and party with, not someone who understands us even in our deepest silences. We spend time together, we don’t make memories. We don’t want the boring life. We don’t want a partner for life, just someone who can make us feel alive right now, this very instant. When the excitement fades, we discover nobody ever prepared us for the mundane. We don’t believe in the beauty of predictability because we’re too blinded by the thrill of adventure.
We immerse ourselves in the inconsequentials of the city life, leaving no space for love. We don’t have time to love, we don’t have the patience to deal with relationships. We’re busy people chasing materialistic dreams and there’s no scope to love. Relationships are nothing more than convenience.
We look for instant gratification in everything we do – the things we post online, the careers we choose, and the people we fall in love with. We want the maturity in a relationship that comes with time, the emotional connect that develops over years, that sense of belonging when we barely even know the other person. Apparently, nothing’s worth our time and patience – not even love.
We’d rather spend an hour each with a hundred people than spending a day with one. We believe in having ‘options’. We’re ‘social’ people. We believe more in meeting people than getting to know them. We’re greedy. We want to have everything. We get into relationships at the slightest attraction and step out, the moment we find someone better. We don’t want to bring out the best in that one person. We want them to be perfect. We date a lot of people but rarely give any of them a real chance. We’re disappointed in everyone.
Technology has brought us closer, so close that it’s impossible to breathe. Our physical presence has been replaced by texts, voice messages, snapchats and video calls. We don’t feel the need to spend time together anymore. We have too much of each other already. There’s nothing left to talk about.
We’re a generation of ‘wanderers’ who wouldn’t stay at one place for too long. Everyone is commitment phobic. We believe we’re not meant for relationships. We don’t want to settle down. Even the thought of it is scary. We cannot imagine being with one person for the rest of our lives. We walk away. We despise permanence like its some social evil. We like to believe we’re ‘different’ than the rest. We like to believe we don’t conform to social norms.
We’re a generation that calls itself ‘sexually liberated’. We can tell sex apart from love, or so we think. We’re the hook-up-break-up generation. We have sex first and then decide if we want to love someone. Sex comes easy, loyalty doesn’t. Getting laid has become the new getting drunk. You do it not because you love the other person, but because you want to feel good. It’s all the temporary fulfillment we need. Sex outside relationships isn’t a taboo anymore. Relationships aren’t that simple anymore. There are open relationships, friends with benefits, causal flings, one-night stands, no strings attached – we’ve left very little exclusivity for love in our lives.
We’re the practical generation who runs by logic alone. We don’t know how to love madly anymore. We wouldn’t take a flight to a far-off land just to see someone we love. We’d break up because, long distance. We’re too sensible for love. Too sensible for our own good.
We’re a scared generation – scared to fall in love, scared to commit, scared to fall, scared to get hurt, scared to get our hearts broken. We don’t allow anyone in, nor do we step out and love anyone unconditionally. We lurk from behind walls we’ve created ourselves, looking for love and running away the moment we really find it. We suddenly ‘cannot handle it’. We don’t want to be vulnerable. We don’t want to bare our soul to anyone. We’re too guarded.
We don’t even value relationships anymore. We let go of the most wonderful people for ‘the other fishes in the sea.’ We don’t consider them sacred anymore.
There’s nothing we couldn’t conquer in this world, and yet, here we are ham-fisted at the game of love – the most basic of human instincts. Evolution, they call it.

By Ankush Bahuguna

To Dream of Hope

"We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens; the dream becomes real, and the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries, finally shows itself like the glowing light of the new dawn.

 

So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane.

 

The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts...

 

That we are not alone!" ~ Heroes

A Conversation With God

Me: God, can I ask You a question?

God: Sure…

Me: Promise You won't get mad...

God: I promise.

Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?

God: What do u mean?

Me: Well, I woke up late.

God: Yes

Me: My car took forever to start.

God: Okay!

Me: At lunch they gave me the wrong sandwich & I had to wait.

God: Ahaan!

Me: On the way home, my phone DIED, just as I was going to pick up a call.

God: hmmmm!

Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home all I wanted to do was to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax, BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?

God: Let me see, the angel of death was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. So, I let you sleep through that.

Me (humbled): OH!

GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route who would have hit you if you were on the road.

Me: (ashamed): Ah!

God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.

Me (embarrassed): Oh, okay!

God: the reason your phone went dead was because the person that was calling was going to give a false witness about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them, so you would be covered.

Me (softly): I see…

God: Oh and that new foot massager you bought.

Me: Yes?

God:  It had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house. And I know you don’t like being in the dark.

 Me: I'm Sorry God.

God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in all things, whether you considered them to be Good or Bad.

Me: I will trust You.

God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.

Me: I won't God. And ummmm, all I can say is Thank You? Thank You for Everything you did today.

God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children...

Whispers of a Soul

“I love you”,

And

“Thank you” he said…

Grateful for every breath, as he lay every night in bed,

For once Lego blocks filled his heart with hope,

 There were days when it was just to cope.

Words unsaid, desires unfulfilled and feelings unexpressed,

“Why are we always in a rush”, never to say, but just a hush.

   13 Years had passed, he simply felt trapped.

“13 Years!” she shouted,

“Why can’t you just die”

“I love you”

And

“Thank you” he said, unable to cry.

With white walls and coats, he had spent his life.

Trapped inside his mind with strife.

It was time for them to say their goodbyes,

He wanted to tell, but only with his eyes.

“I love you”

And

“Thank you” he said….

For 13 Years they were mere whispers in his head. 

“A story straight  from a hospital bed”

M.A.D's Thoughts

Humanity has by far lost itself in the abyss of total chaos. Our souls stained by greed, like the apron of a cook working at the diner, at the corner of the street.

Never to be found, never to be understood. To trudge aimlessly is what this mind is good at... 

Search For 'Self'

"And as the search for “self” continues, we look for answers everywhere, whether it be in nature, in God, in tiny tragedies that may never be understood. But still, we’re driven to it, single minded on one goal to find our purpose on this earth. No matter what the ramification, the friendships that may be hurt or the deals with the devil, we need to make……"~ Heroes

The Traveler

 

 

In every journey, the traveler must ask "was the right path taken?" Many roads along unwinding filled with those that have lost their way. Some forge their own course guided by faith, seeking out a location for a kindred spirit.

Others step together finding safety in the arms of another, a few remove themselves from the trail to avoid the path of temptation, but those who watch the track too closely fail to see where it led them and are often too surprised by their destination.

A Child is Born to Innocence

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"A Child is born to innocence, a child is drawn towards good, why then, do so many among us go so horribly wrong? What makes some walk the path of darkness, while others choose the light? Is it will? Is it destiny? Can we ever hope to truly understand the force that shapes the soul? To fight evil one must know evil. One must journey back through time and find that fork in the road. Where heroes turn one way and villains turn another" ~ Heroes

Time is of the Essence

With the steps of our future we walk through this gloomy door,

Executioners, Enigmas and rules find abhor.

“Unless, someone like you cares a whole awful lot,

Nothing is going to get better, it’s not”.

Words left unsaid, deeds left undone,

Life is skipping away, the arrows clicking has only just begun.

“In headaches and in worry, vaguely life leaks away,

And time will have his fancy, tomorrow or today”.

Life is but a grain of sand,

Precious and unique, confusing and lost like a barren land.

So astonishing it is that we live without hope,

Burdened by own miseries, we could not cope.

His presence is what made moments,

His actions turned to omens.

He ticks and tocks his way around, marking his presence,

And, we must remember one thing that no matter what “Time is of the Essence”. 

The Howls of Silence

He waited there in the blistering cold,

As he saw life’s fragile textures unfold.

 Where the voices in his head grew louder and louder

Could it not be? He was without bother.

On this long, soulless journey he had to ask, “Was the right path taken?”

For many have forged their way to a path they had soon mistaken.

Was it their faith that drove them there?

Was it belief?

Or

Was it the something as profound, yet fallible and unruly as their animalistic urges to simply survive their grief?

A saint is not without darkness,

And a sinner not without hope.

Then why is it that we’re tempted to such a miscreant slope?

To believe in Good, we must believe in evil,

To know of Heaven, we hear of Hellish upheaval.

To walk a path that leads in hope of somewhere,

Only to end up trudging on a trail of our worst nightmare.

We know of man, who’s lithe and weak when alive,

but is stiff and cold when death thrives.

At times, moments seem like centuries

And years seem mere fragments of a second,

Too much for his taste he had finally reckoned.  

His bouncing finger is what told him he was alive,

For a few more seconds he only wanted to survive

He heard the roars “the war is over, we’re free”

And at that very moment he felt Knightly.

He did what any soldier would’ve done who was misguided,

And just as he came, he left un-abided.

Before darkness covered his guise

He whispered with his last sighs

Revelation 21:4 ~ “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor cries”. 

An Ode to Immortality ~ "Thou Art A Curse"

Oh how we humans wish to be immortal,

So we could roam through timeless portals

Why should not we die?

Why should not we dread death?

Why should we tell a lie?

Why should we long for an easy breath?

For the world is full of things unsettled

And the laws prove that man is mortaled.

Every man will live out his life,

Some in prison, some in exile and strife

The physician reduces each pulse with his scalpel knife.

So let us swear for just a while,

We put our faith in God, for there is no denial

We solemnly agree that we will love our freedom

‘The very gift of life’

Yet, we wait and ponder of over the day that we will be free.

Behold, the world has befriend the devil,

Oh and how these langur’s have perished to bring nations to level.

This world is an ‘inn’, discovered on the path of life’s travels,

So the ones He prepared, whether they be brave no matter what the perils,

Should thou take courage and open thy eyes

Only to see the bitterness of lies

And oh how the wonders have worked only to see, all those nations free.

With time itself winged, we watch the chariot smear its coldness

As the angel of death appears, standing there with much boldness.

Nevertheless, we the ‘hesitant's’ of ‘it’ take no heed,

As we see the martyrs of our land who since then have buried their seed.

Muhawaraa Maa Bain Khuda-o-Insan (Dialogue between God and Man) By Allama Iqbal

Man To God:

Ae Khuda, shikwah-e-arbaab-e-wafa bhi sun lay

Khoogar-e-hamd say thoda saa gilaa bhi sun lay’

“O God, listen to this remonstrance from your faithful

Listen to the lament of those who forever praise you”

God starts first, remarking to man:

‘Jahan raaz yak aab-o-gil aafridum

Tu Iran-o-tataar-o-zang aafridi

Man az khaak polaad naab aafridum

Tu shamsheer-o-teer-o-tafang aafridi

Tabar aafridi nihal-e-chaman ra

Qafas sakhtee tair-e-naghma zan ra’

“I created this world from the same water and earth

You created Iran, Tartaria and Nubia

I forged from dust, iron’s pristine ore

You fashioned the sword, arrow and gun

To fell the garden tree, you made the axe

You fashioned the cage to imprison the singing bird”

Man replies:

‘Tu shab aafridi, chiragh aafridum

Safaal aafridi, ayaagh aafridum

Bayabaan-o-kohsaar-o-raagh aafridi

Khayabaan-o-gulzar-o-bagh aafridum

Man aanam kay az sang aaina saazum

Man aanam kay az zehr noshinaa sazum’

“You created night, I the lamp

You created clay, and I the cup

You-desert, mountain peak and valley

I-flower bed, park and orchard

It is I who grind a mirror out of stone

And brew elixir from poison”

The Day of My Death

Each morning when I open my eyes,

I would think to myself and say.

I, not events have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.

I can choose which it shall be, because I live my life with much sway.

Since yesterday is dead, and tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.

I can truly say,

I lived a long time, here on this land

With its beauty and despair that go hand in hand.

I learned a lot, while I watched the hourglass tip its sand.

The highest wisdom that I shall own, freedom and life are earned by those alone.

I can laugh and say I still haven’t grown.

Even if it is a time to moan,

I can look towards the sky as the raindrops mix with the tears I cry.

Tears of joy I may imply.

As James Thurber once said,

“All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, to and why”

There were times when I did not pray

And I simply said, “I could not stay”.

Now God has brought me to his garden to play.

So, the end is near.

I take my final bow, and face my final curtain.

To my family and friends,

I’ll state my case of which I am certain.

I will only say this once, so listen up I’ll surely be clear.

I lived a life that was completely full; I’ve travelled each and every highway,

And more, much more than this,

I did it MY WAY… 

The Village Idiot

Chaim Soutine - The Village Idiot
In villages from which their childhood came,

Seeking necessity, they had been taught.

Necessity by nature is the same,

No matter how or by whom it may be sought.

It was perhaps others, who seemed to withdraw,

“Resented by robbers, who were outlawed by the law”.

But, it’s not comfort that I seek,

I live for danger, for sin, for goodness,

What I seek is the freedom of being selfless.

I pray for I have lived a life of sin,

I worship for I have lived a life of despair.

Pray for the pain that’s trapped in the heart,

But, if that very heart is the reason for your pain, then where should you start?

Courage is your only virtue,

Believe it so, with that every soulless part.

The village idiot told himself, there’s one in every town,

This poor soul had no clue, for he was bound by ridicule and frown.

Tears from weeping,

Lost in the silent streets.

Most passed him by without even a sigh!

He sat there dirt and all, with this thought,

Only to mumble the echoes of the wars he had fought.

Wings of Death

I woke up and opened my eyes. I was feeling refreshed. Was I just born? No, I wasn’t. There was nothing wet on my body. But I felt alive. Perhaps I have woken up from a deep sleep, a sleep that didn’t include only one night, but covered my entire existence thus far.

But the joy of breathing again was short lived. I was now feeling pain throughout my body. I looked down, and I saw myself in shackles. I had a chain around my neck, which also locked my arms behind me. I felt sharp pain in my joints, as if someone was constantly stabbing me. The chain around my neck was tight, but not tight enough to kill me.

Perhaps these fetters were already here, perhaps since I first came into this world. I was a little boy then, which is why they didn’t fit too tight. I could move and even play around in them. And here I was restrained by the same chains. I could see my hands turning red, as the blood vessels were under pressure.

It is a good thing that human beings have a growing age. I think I have reached mine. If I grow beyond this, I will break the chains, or my own neck.

So, what do I do now? Wait? That was the only thing that could be done. I was alone in the room, which was surrounded from all sides. But wait, there is no roof. Of course, I couldn’t turn my head up, but I could roll my eyeballs upwards. The human body is amazing, and you can do a million things with it, and to it. You can even hypnotize yourself.

Why was I getting restless? If these chains were too tight, then perhaps they were not meant for me. Maybe it was to hold me in place during my early years so I may learn self-control. But now I had to break away, and so I tried.

To my amazement, I freed my hands in no time! And since this was the chain that held my neck as well, I easily removed it. Relief at last! I turned my head sideways, only to hear the sounds of bones grinding against each other. After all, it has been quite some time.

I moved my hands around. At first, I couldn’t, but as the circulation restored, I was soon able to lift my arms and clench my fists. And then I felt something protrude from my sides. I could not believe my eyes. There were wings, large white wings, on my left and right.

I took me a while to realize that they were my own. Did I have them before? Did they grow longer with time, like hair? Were they given to me, or did I grow them out of necessity?

Whatever the cause, I knew one thing: I was going to leave this room of irons and fly my way out into the open sky. I positioned my body for the flight and closed my eyes.

“3, 2……………..1!” I shot upwards, like a bullet ready to pierce a hole in the sky. As I lifted my arms to go higher, my flight stopped, instantly.

I was neither going up, nor falling down. I felt something on my legs. Something was holding me back. I looked down and saw chains on my feet. I didn’t realize that they were there before.

I was not going to be held back anymore. So I closed my eyes once again, and pushed my body harder for the next flight.

“3, 2……1!” The chains broke, but I didn’t move from my place. I heard a sound, a sound of breaking bones. Had I cracked my ankles? It didn’t feel that way.

I was hovering in the sky, and below me was the room. In the middle was the chair on which I had sat for all these years. But wait, there was a hole beneath the chair, and the chains that locked my feet were going inside it.

I didn’t want to go back in, but at the same time I was perplexed by the sound of broken bones I heard a moment ago. And then I thought to myself: “I have wings now, and I am free. I can fly out again” With these words in my mind, I descended back into the room, and down the dark opening.

I followed the trail of the chain and came down till the end of that dungeon-like space. As I moved towards the side, sunlight came inside, and soon I saw where the other end of chain was tied to.

It was a human being. Someone I knew. Maybe it was my father, or some other relative. The other end of the chain was in his neck. I broke his neck when I flew upwards. And now the dead corpse lay there. Did I kill him? So it appeared. But I never knew he was here and I had no clue that we were tied together.

I thought I had become free. I thought “at last I am free to fly around as I please, and reach new heights!” But although I was liberated physically, my mind could not go over the fact that I had, in essence, killed one of my own in the attempt to free myself from the shackles that held me captive.

I sat there, thinking to myself: "What a wretched man am I! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?"

By Suleman John

The Pursuit of Happy-Ness

Imagine walking down a narrow road, trudging away aimlessly with a single thought on your mind, and this was no ordinary thought, it was the thought of thoughts. It was that kind of thought that put other thoughts to shame, and would put your mind on verge of exploding.

At the very least that thought still ran through my mind, it was like my brain cells had no other option but to bombard me with that single thought, and yet I was no where near an answer. I tried really hard to make sense of it, and “it” being happiness. It wasn't that I was searching for meaning, oh no I haven't reached there yet that's a whole other level, but what I was so profoundly trying to grasp was the idea of what we as people have described as happiness, and guess what?

I have no clue!

See what I couldn't understand was, how the cruel and wicked ruled these streets with power and money, while good and kind, suffered with betrayal and anguish. On one side you had the rich, who simply got richer, and on the other side you had the poor who simply (no matter what they did) got poorer.

The rich seemed happy (or what looked like happiness) with all their money, fancy cars and gigantic houses, while the poor could only believe in pursuing what they thought was rightfully theirs “happiness”, since food wasn't rich to the palette, a mere cardboard box was considered to be home and clothes were just rags stitched together.

No wonder they were running after something they believed was rightfully theirs.

And I must confess, I to am one of those fools who was in pursuit of happiness, but at that point I considered the phrase “the pursuit of happiness” to be the most ridiculous idea, because it simply made no sense, how could you pursue something you would never find? As a I walked down this empty, soulless path, where the division of our social class was so eminent. I carried on my aimless adventure to search for happiness.

It was a that point I came across an old man who was sitting on the corner of the sidewalk draped in rags, a form of creaky old bones, a fringe of grey white hair waving its way across his mottled bald scalp, a dirty ruffled beard which may have been white at some point in time, but you could hardly make out the color because of the dirt and perhaps the years of smog that had so enticingly called this old man's beard, a home. His teeth were brown and yellow (or what was left of his teeth), and it was quite evident that the discoloration was the result of years of smoking or chewing tobacco. His own age was on the tipping side of being completely indeterminate. It was like if you picked a random number, he would probably end up being older than that. His face heavily lined, (proof of the many years he had spent in this world) narrow, deep and wrinkled yet were filled with wisdom.

He was as best described, a pirate who hadn't felt the pleasures of the rough sea in years.

As I passed him, I did what every other person would do for those less fortunate, I slipped him a twenty and went on my path. But, it was at that point I heard someone calling me, “Ohai, boy! I believed you dropped this”.

I turned and to my surprise the old man was giving back the twenty I had so willingly given to him.

“Hurry up boy, you don't keep an old buzzard like me waiting, time isn't really my best friend you know!”. Okay I admit it, he was a bit more graphic with his words, but I had to keep it PG-13. Anyways, I stood their confused, and perhaps may have looked a bit stupid, may be this how a monkey feels when its trainer tells it salute as he rings that little drum in his hand.

I walked back to the old man, and tried to convince him to take the twenty, but failed. I starred at him blankly, as he was holding up the twenty I had given to him, and thought to myself that this old fool had lost it, as in he made twenty bucks easy just by sitting on the corner of some random street, and he was giving it back.

I hesitantly took back the twenty, not to disrespect the old man's wishes and then returned to my unadventurous journey only to have this sudden curiosity drag me back to the old man. I went straight up to him with complete determination to find out, why on earth would he return the twenty I had given him.

I asked him without any hesitation “why did you give me back the money?”. He chuckled and replied, “My dear boy! I'm not begging, nor am I in a troubled state, I haven't sold you anything nor have a I done anything for you to reward me, then why should I take your money?”

Sure, the old man had a point, but I still wasn't convinced. I asked “how could you not be in a troubled state? As in you live on a sidewalk, you don't have a roof over your head or even proper clothes to wear?”. He smiled through his gaped teeth and said, “I live like this not because of misfortune, but by choice”.

Okay I had it, it was clear that this old man had escaped from a mental asylum and was left here to live out the last moments of his life. I was sure he was 'coo-coo', living on the street, without the delicious aroma of food, the warm touch of a shelter, and the crisp wear of clean cloths. Yup! This old man had lost it.

He laughed at the blank look I gave him and continued to explain, “Yes, I live like this by choice, as in I have no family to look after, I don't have money on my mind 24/7, I don't have to struggle, my life is peaceful and easy, and it may seem difficult to comprehend, but I am happy with my life”.

At that point I found myself sitting right beside him, and was ready to bombard him with questions, but the only thing that kept haunting my mind was what he said, Happy! Happy!

I asked him “how do make a living? As in no matter how much you'd like to believe it you can't live without money, especially in today's world”. He turned to his side and at fiddled with his ragged up bag...

“AH HA! You sell drug to kids causing them to become addicts to your 'stuff', where by which you force them in to begging and earn money” proud of my enlightened resolution as if it fell from the sky, and blinded by my own sheer worth, I hadn't realized what he had in his hand and by the time I realized what he was holding, I could see the blatant look behind his wrinkled eyes and raised furry brow of “boy what you been smokin?”

Embarrassed and realizing that my tongue and once again outwitted my brain, I did what any self respecting traveler who was on the search for wisdom would do, I shut up! And decided it was best if the old man would keep speaking.

He had a sketchbook in his hand along with some pieces of charcoal, and to my surprise he began to sketch the scenery around him. Once he was done, he turned his sketch around and showed it to me.

“This is what I do all day, I love doing it, and if someone who passes me by loves it to, they buy it from me and that's how I earn. For food, I'm right next to a temple that offers be breakfast, lunch and dinner, and as far as the idea of shelter is concerned, well this city and its contents are my shelter”.

Amazed at the old man's idea of a living, I went on questioning and he went on answering. This back and forth tug of war between the old man and I ended up becoming a conversation that would change me forever. I stared at this sage old crackpot, and was lost in my own thoughts as he continued to talk about his life.

I thought to myself that this oldie showed that his life had no meaning, no aim, no purpose, no direction and yet he seemed happy.

By the love of God and everything Holy, I just couldn't figured it out. What was he doing right?

Good and Evil?

Many of us from time to time are faced with a number of circumstances to prove our virtue. Yet, in the midst of time we try and pretend that we are good people, and that we can do no wrong. We are kind helpful people, and because of which God will reward us for our good deeds.

It’s fear that drives our morals, so that we are protected from what we believe will be the very ‘fires of hell’. Though, our blasphemous and hypocritical nature provides us with much gratification of what we believe is good, or perhaps something that will enlighten us about the difference between good and evil.

We believe in it so much that we begin to dictate our understandings to those who have not quite come to a conclusion. It’s in our act of worship that we believe we can do no evil. However, given the right circumstances, I am certain every human being on this planet would be willing to commit an evil deed.