Some people believe that there is no good nor evil. Relativism seems to be the popular. I understand that there can be evil, but that the line between evil and good is bleary. There’s a lot of gray. When I was a child I believed in monsters. There was most certainly a devil who would devour me lest I pay proper homage to God.
I was very aware of fear. Fear would rule my childhood for many years. Sometimes fear is indistinguishable for what you don’t understand. Fear would be the beginning of phobias. When I was 16 what I would consider the greatest of all fears for a child became living truth for me.
My mother died.