In a world of binaries, we are taught to see in absolutes. Good and evil. Right and wrong. Light and dark. But beneath the surface of these sharp-edged labels lies a deeper truth—one that cannot be boxed, named, or simplified.
There is no black and white.
There never was.
These extremes are inventions—human-made shortcuts for a universe that refuses to be so easily categorized. Like trying to capture the ocean in a bottle, duality is a trick of the mind, a lens we put on to make sense of something far too vast to grasp all at once.
The truth?
The universe lives and breathes in infinite shimmering shades of grey. Not dull, lifeless grey—but radiant, living silver. These shades do not exist on a spectrum between extremes; they are their own unique expressions of being, each one a glimmer of experience, of context, of contradiction, and of wholeness.
Nothing is entirely one thing or another.
The villain loves his mother.
The hero wrestles with doubt.
The night carries the memory of the sun.
The light is shaped by the darkness it illuminates.
Words like “evil” and “holy,” “pure” and “corrupt,” are scaffolding we build to navigate the ineffable. But beyond the scaffolding lies something real, something raw and untouched by language. And it is here, in this grey—this silver—that we find the soul of existence. It is here that love can contain pain, and sorrow can birth joy. It is here that destruction makes way for creation.
This is not to say morality is meaningless, or that suffering should be dismissed. Rather, it is a call to look deeper. To understand that even pain, even confusion, even contradiction—these are not signs of error, but textures of reality. They are threads in the tapestry.
We are not meant to live in black and white.
We are here to shimmer.
To feel.
To witness the breathtaking subtlety of existence.
Every moment we attempt to split the world into two, we flatten it. But every time we let go of that urge, the world unfolds again—complex, dazzling, alive.
So let us step out of the illusion of duality. Let us walk into the silver grey, where everything belongs. Let us live not in fear of the unknown, but in reverence for its mystery.
There is no black and white.
There is only the sacred shimmer of the infinite.
