Wipe, wash away the evil. Leave a pure, sparkling space.

Eve wasn’t evil. Like a lot of women in history, she just gets a bad rap. She was just doing what she was supposed to do during all that lapsarian business. And we’re all the better for it. Without Eve, there would have been no sin, and thus no need for Jesus. Without Jesus, God would be incomplete. And we wouldn’t know that He is really just a synonym for love.

Satan is in love with all humans and it’s our job to reject that love.

Sure, people are evil, but they’re also good; it’s a mixed bag.

People aren’t born evil.

Men are evil and they deserve to be unhappy.

It’s not the thing itself, but how you use it.

It’s not the fruit’s fault it was forbidden. An object can only be a conduit for evil; whether it is an apple in the Garden of Eden or a smartphone which bears its image some six thousand years later.

Evil travels—like all energy, it transfers between people and objects; it moves, gets stored, moves again. But where did it originate? When Eve ate the apple? Or before that, with Satan, that fallen seraph who took the form of a snake and whispered with slithering tongue into her ear? Did she birth it or was it thrust upon us by some insufflating malefic serpent? Is it man-made or a supernatural force?