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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. (Louis Aragon)

Light and dark. Good and bad. Right and wrong. Yes and no. White and black.

They say for every yin, there is the yang. Opposites. Antonyms. That which is not what it is.

I would agree with Mr. Aragon that the opposite is only meaningful when it is related to the other. Rough is rough because there is smooth. It is how we are taught things as a child. What we are allowed to do and what we are not allowed to do. It is an easy way to learn things.

And at the same breath, I would disagree with him that we only live in this extremes. There are so many shades of grey between the black and white. In fact, why should we be limited to a greyscale view of the world?

I open my eyes everyday and I see it in all vivid colors. Some would say that even colors have their opposite in the color wheel, but in my logic, it doesnít jive. I donít see why red and green are opposites, except they look good together during christmas. I can enjoy red without comparing it to green. It is meaningful as it is.

In the parade of colors that I witness daily, I know it is what intoxicates me. Life is intoxicating, not because it is a clash of opposites. Black and white is a simplistic way of seeing things. Life is not simple. It is intoxicating because it is not simple. It is complicated because we are not only black and white. We are different colors, in different shades, in different patterns. It is the mixing and the matching of these colors that makes life intoxicating.

A good friend who is an artist once told me that ďblack is the absence of colors, while white is the combination of all colors.Ē If I was told that now, Iíd probably just say that black is not the absence of color, it is one of the many colors our eyes can distinguish.

Or maybe, black is caused by oneís eyes being closed and white is caused because oneís eyes were closed too long that one was blinded by light when they opened.

But then again, I am just a wanderer observing. I never said I understood anything. All I can say is that Iím trying to understand this concept of opposites and I find that I like living in a color-filled world.

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~A~
For my eternal muse... We are of one heart... Forever



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