Dreams.

I dreamt of Oblivion, wandering through some vast, ruined alleys. Archdevils from Might and Magic V would appear from somewhere within them. I remember one moment: above a bottomless chasm (like in Moria, where Balrog fought Gandalf), there were several wide bridges stacked on top of each other. On the highest one, an Archdevil was desperately fighting someone of his height; the bridge collapsed, and they fell down onto a detached (quite large) platform, which, in turn, caused the other bridges to collapse as well. They were still trying to fight, quite successfully, I might add. :)\
It was a vivid dream; it's a shame I didn't remember it better.

small evil often triumphs, yes. but there is nothing more.

But what if we're already under the control of some global evil and we don't even realize it? As a communist, I'm quite used to thinking that way.