I’m floating now in the infinite possibilities of the Gray.
The White and the Black are absolute.
The Gray is undefined.
The White and the Black are solid and stoic.
The Gray is permeable, malleable, and forgiving.
The White and the Black are each, individually, stagnant death. The annihilation of both has created the gray and I will no longer be a slave to either.
The Gray is the freedom to exist in Black and White simultaneously. It is love and hate, life and death, joy and sadness, good and evil. It is the thing feared most by the White and the Black—free will. It is the great void of life, unbound by the black and white shackles of our human perception. It is the living spirit of me here, you there, and all the time and space in between. It is the before, the after, and the soon to be…