The most horrible things in life are caused by evil people. Humans. It’s so difficult to comprehend, but it’s true. Someone, somewhere, decides that millions should die. That a woman should be raped. That a boy should be alone. Humans decide these things, and there is no one to stop them sometimes. But it’s awful that we must rely on someone to stop them in the first place. It is awful that we must get hurt in the first place. The world could have been a happy place, life an adventurous experience. But it wasn’t. It isn’t. It never will be. It is a sad, angry, evil place, with empathy only a secondary issue.

But if empathy is so secondary, what are we working for? What is all of this effort for? Nothing. But from the same place that evil comes, comes another thing: meaning. Somehow, we manage to attach meaning onto these wretched experiences. We call it “surviving” instead of losing so much. We call it a fight against evil, never asking why evil should exist in the first place. And somehow, that makes us happy. Our brain creates the evil, and ours brain draws meaning from evil. How fucking stupid. An engineer’s nightmare.