Why give it a name if it is all but a sound, by an outer life glance. Is all who is the inventor of all, invented by beings and who is this super cell in primordial deluge of matter, that forms and reforms until being becomes shape and movement.
In many and most firms, that of cunning evils, the suffering of the meek and poor is immeasurable.
As quantities grow by miles and miles of cruelties and pain followed by silences so how can one being exist to mete out suppression by volumes of cruelties and deaths. For he the perpetrator perishes too along with the meek, for man, the evil gained nothing and will perish also.