Is it interesting
to ruminate over
the fact that one
doesn’t have to
be evil? That
one chooses
to be evil
over, say,
being nice?
Is it even
interesting
that one does
not have to be
evil? That it is
something one
decides to be
or do (perhaps,
say, rather than
eat a pizza; or
dress up in a
pizza costume)?
Is that even
a fact (that
nobody has to
be evil; that one,
rather, chooses
to be evil)?
Aren’t facts
sometimes
funny and tragic
simultaneously?
Are facts (like
I am here, for
example) even
worthwhile?
