One of the greatest distortions we live under is the idea that joy is foolish, immature, or frivolous. That joy should be hidden away. That joy belongs only to the young, the naïve, or the unserious. This is a lie. Joy is not immaturity. Joy is not frivolity. Joy is a potent, divine frequency.

We don’t call distortion evil—because even the very idea of good and evil is a distortion. The word evil suggests malice, chaos, and forces bent on our destruction. It conjures devils and demons, ghouls and goblins, shadowy figures from story and myth. But those images distract us. They pull our attention outward, away from the true distortion at work in our lives. Distortion is quieter, subtler, more insidious. It is not a monster at the door. It is the current running beneath the floorboards. It seeps into our thoughts, our language, our relationships, our institutions—until it feels so normal that we forget it’s there. It becomes the “truth” we are taught to accept. But these are false truths.

When most people think of evil, they imagine a being—a shadowy figure with intent to harm, something with eyes and teeth bent on destruction. Distortion is not that. Distortion is not a monster. It is not a villain with a name. It is not even personal. Distortion is a parasitic frequency. It doesn’t have a body, but it attaches itself to ours. It doesn’t have a voice, but it echoes through our thoughts. It doesn’t live a life of its own, but it weaves itself through ours.