A Daemon in Jade

What is evil? Is it simply a concept, a description applied to the actions of men or to incidents that impact them or is it something more? An external force eternal and ever present that can weave itself in slithering pathways into our thoughts and deeds? Is it possible for instance, for an object to be evil? For it to reek, on a level detectable beyond our normal senses of corruption, or wickedness and of rot? could it leave upon the skin and the mind like a residue a clinging film of something that is not only older than man but hateful of him?

These are the questions that circulate around the Daemon in Jade, the massive sculpture that the ancients chose to bury head down and disregard. Not simply forgetting, but deliberately, purposely shunning the hideous thing as wretched and unclean.