I feel like the most archaic form of evil feelings human has is arrogance. Its existence can be traced back to the time when humans hadn’t even set their foot on the earth yet. It’s a feeling so primal and so old but also so familiar because we still breathe it in and out, in and out.
Arrogance is not our neighbor nor our acquaintance. It’s inside us. It resides there on the deepest pit of your, and my, heart. To be fair, even though I said ‘deepest’, most of the time it’s not important. As long as we still live with a constantly overflowing arrogance, not even burying the feeling underground could prevent that rotten thing from spilling out to the outside world.