What if good and evil had a conversation?

What if good and evil had a conversation?

What if instead of incessantly trying to conquer the other, they decided to at least have a conversation about another way of coexisting.  “Maybe there’s some way we can tolerate each other’s existence.  Maybe there’s some kind of compromise we can find.”

As if observing the purely theoretical, the human intellect stands off to one side thinking sarcastically, “Oh, sure.  That’ll work!”

Inquisitive in itself as well as in its narration, the intellect considers the prospective ramifications of good and evil having a conversation.  What kind of compromise could it be?   What would it look and sound like?  The chemistry and mathematics of the possible whirl and clatter like industrial machinery.

The only reason why good and evil might have have an intelligent conversation would be if they both saw some benefit in the exercise.  They might think they could conquer the other, or trick and fool the other into thinking there is some attainable middle ground they could both live with, all the while watching and waiting for the opportune moment to throw the trap.  Thus the probability is three to one against such a circumstance.  Yet it’s possible.

What If good and evil had a conversation, who knows?  They might have something in common and have a lot to talk about; these two most unlikely to ever give each other the time of day, let alone spare precious moments that could otherwise be spent conspiring against each other.

What if good and evil got along a lot better than anyone could have expected?  By combining opposites, could you get some third substance or particulate, precipitate of the concoction, completely different than the initial two?  Some kind of condition that hadn’t existed before, something entirely different and unimaginable.

What if good and evil had a baby; a living, breathing entity bubbling out of nowhere? What would it look like – this bastard child of destruction and creativity?  The good employs as evil destroys.  A conspiracy of events, this most unlikely offspring.

What if good and evil lived happily ever after?  What if good and evil had a grandbaby? What if that common law brought about an entirely new world; unimaginable, unavoidable, inevitable?  And yet, here it is.  Flesh and blood, squeezable like a baby.  We are it.  Huggable, as any sweet and innocent child, and cherished by the mother of all things.