The Bell Curve of Good and Evil
THE BELL CURVE
Not a popular shape in our culture—but so very useful, nonetheless. According to some, 15% of us fall to the left, 15% of us fall to the right, and 70% are open (more or less—literally more or less) to cultural and environmental influence.
At a very young age, I became occupied by the concepts of good and evil. I am a post WWII child, and the violent excesses of that event were fresh during my developmental years.
And, I came from a family that encouraged reading, and did little to monitor or censor my reading material. Hence, by the time I was twelve years old, I had read The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, by William L. Shirer.
I grew up in a Reservation town, and the disparity between the indigenous North Americans, and those of us arrived in the past two hundred years, was evident, and abundant. When I was little, I only knew it was—I had not started to pick apart the why it was.
Then I decided social work was a good career for me, and spend 40 years sitting in the figurative bleachers watching good and evil play out before me.
So I write. I write away my own demons, I write away the demons of the world. I read them away, as well. Still and always, I have a voracious appetite for the written word.
Not a popular shape in our culture—but so very useful, nonetheless. According to some, 15% of us fall to the left, 15% of us fall to the right, and 70% are open (more or less—literally more or less) to cultural and environmental influence.
At a very young age, I became occupied by the concepts of good and evil. I am a post WWII child, and the violent excesses of that event were fresh during my developmental years.
And, I came from a family that encouraged reading, and did little to monitor or censor my reading material. Hence, by the time I was twelve years old, I had read The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, by William L. Shirer.
I grew up in a Reservation town, and the disparity between the indigenous North Americans, and those of us arrived in the past two hundred years, was evident, and abundant. When I was little, I only knew it was—I had not started to pick apart the why it was.
Then I decided social work was a good career for me, and spend 40 years sitting in the figurative bleachers watching good and evil play out before me.
So I write. I write away my own demons, I write away the demons of the world. I read them away, as well. Still and always, I have a voracious appetite for the written word.
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