This was my very first thought the other morning just before the alarm went off:
If you spell devil backwards, it’s lived
Then the alarm went off and scared the devil right out of me like it always does. Why is it that it is always such a shock? I’m usually waiting for it.
Here’s the thing, though. I don’t believe in the devil. I don’t know that I even believe in evil as anything but a construct to explain particularly awful human behavior. Which there is plenty of. Clearly no one wants to think that we HUMANS are causing all of this misery and destruction. It must be someone else’s fault. Something else’s fault…what if there was a Big Bad who was responsible for all of it? That would be AWESOME. In a very bad way. STILL. A scapegoat for evil–what’s not to like?
So poof! Then there was a devil. Or devils, depending on your own particular spin on things.
And then the devil made me stay up late singing with Paddy, and chatting with the Doctor about online dating. So I couldn’t finish writing anything coherent about humans creating a devil and pinning the blame on it for everything that goes wrong.
Pity. It probably would have been interesting. It was a good idea.
Did the devil really make me do it? Nah. No such thing.
I just like singing with Paddy and chatting with Ky-ul.
No devils needed.