Why do we lose that touch of innocents that brings us to fear the darkness between the half-closed closet doors. As we enter adulthood what had robbed us of that ability to stop smiling due to fear. Or... here's a different thought:

What had robbed us that ability to smile at all?

On our home planet, the Shilling, our society resembles to that of your earth. Our people, traditions, and even politic changes parallels to that of a world you know. Except, in place of a concept you know as "humanity" we face The Beckoning.

But before I get into that I believe in your literature there exists one such book, 'The Lord Of The Flies'. Yes, we have the same one. As I was reading it, I've always retained one such question. 

What had allowed the boys to act so blatantly evil in front of each other? What had prompt them to commit such unspeakably horrifying acts of "killing the pig", which the metaphor I'll kindly drop. Why did they slaughter their friend, in a grouped delusional episode of murder?

Are these boys evil? Are they inherently different from the rest of us? No, I don't believe so. Had it been any of us in that situation, we would have done no different.

We are beckoned towards sin. I am beckoned towards these... killings.

That is, here on planet Shilling. We are beckoned to deny to ourselves of our beastly nature. We're beckoned to judge others on their acts being forgetful that we would do the same if in the same situation. We cannot help it, because our minds are beckoned to block out any negative thoughts with regards to our own actions.

I believe over there you have a similar concept that you call "bias"? I believe that your minds also refuse to accept what horrible people you really are?

No? Oh yes. 

Of course not. Of course they would say "no". How idiotic of me to even ask.

Now, you are before me. I must say I envy you, for I am bound to the beckoning.

If I am beckoned towards food as , I will eat.

If I am beckoned towards sleep, I will sleep.

The Beckoning are like strings that puppeteer my actions. Many of us had tried to escape it. We cut our arms, but the strings attached do not sever. We bite out our flesh, we drill holes to let out blood, but The Beckoning that run through our veins do not leak. 

I envy how free you are.

If I am beckoned to become angry, I cannot help but become angry.

If I am beckoned to become sad, I will feel the need to cry.

We are not angels. But on earth, every day, you have these wonderful people time and time again committing selfless acts. You are choosing to be nice! I really envy people like you.

Here, on planet shilling. We are beckoned to be nice by our selfish social desires. We're beckoned to be nice for fear of conscience. We're beckoned to be nice upon fear of this other force, which we call Law.

But unlike us, you have free will. You are "good" because of altruism from the depth of your heart, no?

See if I am in your position, that is, after you have told me all that has happened to you. I would be in fact beckoned to kill me.

But you're free of such boundaries.