My Problem With Evil

As pre-pubescent predilections erected a shadow in my mirror A more safely theological "Problem of Evil" evolved into the elephant in my bedroom of my own irresistible Evil nature: My longing for mutually beloving intimate relationships that could only be masculine compelling and true and good if spiritually "evil." Yet when I spoke with Elder trees, listened to mourning dove sighs, watched seasons surf synergetic equipoise, I felt passionate omnipresence still-struggling toward a polyculturing grace of radically omnipotent grace, bi-generative sacred place. Natural systems seemed bisexually organizing and inclusively regenerative, or human nature cannot thrive a bicameral balancing mind within EarthTribe's evolving body. Evil revolves more justly when spelled backward. My good and true resolution to Live as multiculturally compassionate as possible.