I take almost no comfort in the inevitability of good prevailing. Selfishly, mostly because I don’t have that kind of time. On a cosmic scale, none of this matters. A rock in space is not evil, and once we’re obliterated either by devices of our own making or the march of entropy, the universe will be neither good nor bad. Bad only loses due to the mortality of man, but once bad is finally “defeated” there will be no one left to appreciate it.