Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Of black white and gray


Life is filled so much with shades of grays, replacing the black and white that used to ensure a continuity of the world. The colors that mantained a conviction in that value of certainty.

Now, it's all shades of gray. Lovely shades I might add, but they are also quite foreign to my comprehension.

Made to believe in that duo-tone since birth, it will take sometime to get used to the grayscale, I reckon.

Since young, they have told me of good and bad. Since school, they have taught me of the infernal path to heaven. But heaven is merely a euphemism, because no one would want to tell a
child that the world he is in, is nary a simplistic one. The model of the world in the child's mind is a simplistic representation, one made up of white lies the "adult" world find necessary to impart to the children, lest they grow up contrary to the mould those adults designed. And the irony? The differentiation of right and wrong, is never right or wrong.

Once upon a time, I could hate the bad guys solely based their "evil" alignment, their being the "enemy". However, the criteria eroded over time, collapsing to reveal an ambiguous mix of means and justifications, cause and effects. Now the freedom fighters in an opressed land do not appears so often to represent the wrong side, afterall, they are fighting for freedom.

Actions lose their definition in the scale of right and wrong, and the implications start running into a million different measures. There is also the issue of the varied scale of different people. This is a interactive scale. The contents change with the users. The users ARE the content.

Only our mind changes.

Afterall, we are the content.

Oh well... This maturity thing is difficult.


Gavin pondered @ 09:19


Under the layers of dust