One of the interesting things that’s emerged from the last year is the propensity for people to use the word, and the conceptof "evil" again. I had a favoriteTimecover a few years back that was a great black-on-black full-page that subtly spelled out EVIL. (If I recall, the cover story was an essay by Pico Iyer… anybody remember?) Perfect for the wall of a teenager’s bedroom, especially since I was lucky enough to appreciate the inanity of anewsmagazine leading with a cover on EVIL. That’s all newsis, reporting on evil.

But I had a harder time understanding the true nature of evil, because it’s just a ridiculous construct. My conception of it, dork that I am, was basically Darth Vader. (Does it reveal what a romantic I am that my definition of evil has good at its core?) And I couldn’t understand how regular folks could interact with evil. I pictured a bunch of tired TIE fighter pilots, schlepping back to their quarters in the Death Star after another mindless training run, and running into the Sith Lord in those cramped-ass industrial grey Late Imperial hallways…

**TIE Pilot:**Hey, uh…. Darth?**Darth Vader:**glowers menacingly

TIE Pilot: We, um… Me and a couple of the other guys were gonna rent Cocoon 2 later and watch it in the pilot’s lounge. Did you want —

**Darth Vader:**No.**TIE Pilot:**But we were gonna have, like, popcorn. And maybe then some foosball?**Darth Vader:**raises gripping hand in the "you want some choke-choke?" gesture and cocks one lava-scarred eyebrow underneath his helmet

TIE Pilot: Yeah, okay then. We’ll just be down in the lounge. If you change your mind, we might get Princess Brideagain, then, too.walks away

**Darth Vader:**long, mechanically-controlled sigh