the meaning of Life is LIGHT

I think all are good, and those that seem to not be have had something hard, or terrible, or some misunderstanding that has mislead them, some confusion. I saw "Fred Clause" and that certainly was the message in that movie, and I also watched "the Tale of Despereaux" which certainly had a message about those who were hurt and how they grew due to it and now I am reading it, well, reading these words made me think more seriously about the truth of the good in us all.

""I think," said Roscuro, "that the meaning of life is light"
"Light," said Botticelli. "Ha-ha-ha - you kill me. Light has nothing to do with it."
"What does it mean then?" asked Roscuro.
"The meaning of life," said Botticelli, "is suffering, specifically the suffering of others. Prisoners, for instance. Reducing a prisoner to weeping and wailing and begging is a delightful way to invest your existence with meaning."
....""Are you listening?" Botticelli said to Roscuro.
"I am listening."
"Good," said Botticelli. "Do as I say and your life will be full of meaning. This is how to torture a prisoner: first, you must convince him that you are a friend. Listen to him. Encourage him to confess his sins. And when the time is right, talk to him. Tell him what he wants to hear. Tell him, for instance, that you will forgive him. This is a wonderful joke to play on a prisoner, to promise forgiveness."
"Why?" said Roscuro...
"Because," said Botticelli, "you will promise it - ha - but you will not grant it. You gain his trust. And then you deny him. You refuse to offer the very thing he wants. Forgiveness, freedom, friendship, whatever it is that his heart most desires, you withhold." At this point in his lecture, Boticelli laughed so hard that he had to sit down and catch his breath....
"Ha," said boticelli, "ha-ha-ha! You gain his trust, you refuse him and - ha-ha - you become what he knew you were all along, what you knew you were all along, not a friend, not a confessor, not a forgiver, but -ha-ha!-a rat!" Botticelli wiped his eyes and shook his head and sighed a sigh of great contentment...."At that point, it is most effective to run back and forth over the prisoner's feet, inducing physical terror along with the emtional sort. Oh," he said, "it is such a lovely game, such a lovely game! And it is just absolutely chock-full of meaing."
"I would like very much to torture a prisoner," said Roscuro. "I would like to make someone suffer."
"Your time will come," said Botticelli....
"So, soon, there will be a prisoner for me?"
"Yes," said Botticelli Remorso. "Yes."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Ha-ha-ha! Of course you are looking forward to it. You are looking forward to it because you are a rat, a real rat."
"Yes," said Roscuro. "I am a real rat."
"Concerned not at all with the light," said Botticelli.
"Concerned not at all with the light," repeated Roscuro.
Botticelli laughed again and shook his head....
"You, my young friend, are a rat. Exactly. Yes. Evil. Prisoners. Rats. Suffering. It all fits together so neatly, so sweetly. Oh, it is a lovely world, a lovely, dark world.""

It made me think, what is it that I allow into my life to influence me? Who do I listen to? Am I suppressing the knowledge that I have in any way like Roscuro? Have I allowed myself to be a little evil, to allow others to suffer because of my own suffering? Botticelli Remorso to me is the voice of the devil here. Where am I? Where are you?