Sunday, May 29, 2011
it was the best of times. it was the worst of times.
I think the world is black and white. There's grey, if you believe in that. Very little color. Mostly black. Mostly white.
What I mean is, it is the best of times and it is the worst of times. We've got war and addiction and disasters and poverty and evil. But we've got beauty and miracles and goodness and knowledge and sympathy.
It's the impossibility of light meshing with darkness. Somehow we have grown into two separate species all together, and one race gives and the other takes but both survive and both call themselves "Man".
People are good. They are naturally kind and selfless and hopeful.
People are bad. They are naturally mean and selfish and hopeless.
The world is a contradiction and we are, too. And who will you be and where will you stand and what will you call yourself when you outgrow the name "human"?
You are not lost. You are here, with me.