Death is isolation and disconnection, the end of relationship. Each generation is a bridge through time, reaching down from its parents and up through its children. There is no evil in this world but what we make, and there is no reason we cannot put evil on the run. Every fiber, every cell, every stitch of our being screams at us to fight this thing. Inmates dance to the yard whistle, internees gasp at the backfired truck, veterans wake themselves screaming.
Chains clink, whips crack, water cannons thunder, and war planes roar.
These are the sounds of evil. Their song is our song. It is communicable. It is virulent. Once understood, it becomes weak and vulnerable.