A mitochondrial disorder. Programmed cell death. Yellow spikes inside the soul tearing it to shreds, disabling the metabolism of spiritual reproduction. Evil, however, is not this. Not an accumulation of sin.
Evil is the space left after empathy has fled.
The totem shadow that creates the illusion of distance. The lie that clothes the soul. Sometimes warming it. Making it too comfortable. The excuses we tend with perfumed hands, like cut flowers held, greeting us at the threshold.