But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.
Give men enough time and they will turn on anyone.
The explanation of evil is a hell of a lot more disappointing than that. It's blunders, people making blunders, whether it's raiding a village and killing all the inhabitants, or killing a child in a fit of rage. Mistakes. Everything is simply a matter of mistakes.
Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.
Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.
But you must have all the things you never had of life and make of immortality a junk shop in which both of us become grotesque.