In the work that I have done over the years, and in the lifestyle I have tried to live, people sometimes ask me why I desire to spend my time with others who have done ‘such bad things’. When I am asked this question, I often find myself thinking:
Hey, where are all the ‘good things’ that everybody else is supposedly doing? If these are the ‘bad people’ what makes you so good?
Because I think most people are restricting their sense of goodness to the things they do not do — or at least the things they do not do explicitly. Truth is, when you dig down a little, all of us are child abusers, murderers, and thieves. All of us are walking around with the blood of others in our clothes, in our food, and in our hair. So, as far as I can tell, it’s never been a question of hanging around with ‘bad people’ or ‘good people’. That’s not the issue here. There are no ‘good’ people and there are no ‘bad’ people… there are only people. Beautiful but broken. Longing for life and in bondage to death. Every one of us a bastard, and every one of us beloved. That’s all.