Not that that is evil, per se. Life is life. Growing things grow. Nothing that is is exactly what it was when it began. . . Show me one.
Acorns become trees and trees become acorns.
Gyring, spiring . . And so it is with humans. Ours is bit more complex, with it's interior dimensions, but a circle still. A circle different in kind, in that for us there is a beyond. It's not Yeats nor McKennitt's nor my place to expound further.