In Otherworlds, you can speak of Darkness and Light. Each has its dignity, each has its majesty, each has its undeniable flavour.
But when your hands and feet touch the ground, you lose access to the realm of clear distinction, and you will have to learn to love all shades of grey.
Life streams through each death, death firmly holds hands with each life, and like that, intermingled, they create this earthly ride.
A refined shade of grey I have grown to love.
Spirit of Tara 