The theistic philosopher has a tendency to devalue insufficient worldviews, ideologies, and quite often common sense for the greater good, and in such cases, one should not be discouraged when seen as a bad guy. If he stresses over man's perception of a righteous heart, then he has given his heart to man.
A villain must be a thing of power, handled with delicacy and grace. He must be wicked enough to excite our aversion, strong enough to arouse our fear, human enough to awaken some transient gleam of sympathy. We must triumph in his downfall, yet not barbarously nor with contempt, and the close of his career must be in harmony with all its previous development.
People love super heroes. ? It's true we're ? impressed by their bravery and fortitude, their supernatural gifts and physical brawn. ? But the fact is, villains possess these same qualities. ? So why our admiration for the hero and not the nemesis? ? Because of virtue. ? A super hero gives everything to defend what's good and right without seeking praise or reward. ? Think about it. ? All the great heroes give without taking; help without grumbling; sacrifice without asking recompense. ? A super hero's real strength, what we absolutely fall in love with, is his finer virtue.
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.Even now I curse the day and yet, I think,Few come within the compass of my curse, Wherein I did not some notorious ill,As kill a man, or else devise his death,Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,Set deadly enmity between two friends,Make poor men's cattle break their necks;Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,And bid the owners quench them with their tears.Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a fly,And nothing grieves me heartily indeedBut that I cannot do ten thousand more.