I’ve always been interested in the difference between good and evil. When I was younger, the line was thick and bold and as visible as the Great Wall of China from outer space. I thought I knew the source. So I studied Biology in college. After four years I realized it wasn’t there and became incredibly disenchanted. I must see myself and my friends as holy “good” figures, as people that had no evil intentions. I started to study philosophy and became less and less convinced the line existed at all. The ideas were less and less convincing as separate ideas. The line was less than dotted. And when I finally realized I could be seen as good or evil, I could be the prince or the asshole, that my decisions mattered little and mattered a lot, that was when I felt like I was doing the most good.