Evilution of the spirit of the culture

Oh, neon names play neon games

Showing it to the public

I hate you and you hate me

And everybody smiles

So money talks and no-one walks

But everybody's crawling

Golden rags and body bags

Evilution

(Dio, Strange Highways)

In some past day the big bosses say me "You have to be more bad", which make me think in my relation whit the society. Until now I´don´t have a response, maybe we have to make "bad things" whitout remorse or maybe we are so naives and blind to distiguish between good or bad. If I thing in situations in which the money is the central motivation more than a compromise whith the society or the nature all can be made posible: a philosopher who dedicate his life to sell information .The idea of evilution can be make sense, first we were just unicellulars beings, afther that a kind of savage animals, now we are savage animals whit the capacity of buy and sell just for the survival. Probably all that ideas be wrong or doesn´t  exist right ways just neutral forms to be in the world like a tree in the forest who search for light meanwhile the plants of down try to find a  low sunbeam.