From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life which make it pungent intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict in the zone where black and white clash.