In times such as these, I often wonder if the dividing lines separating truth and falsehood, light versus dark and clarity from obscurity are more defined by gray areas as opposed to any reciprocating forces of polarity. In other words, a war zone usually requires a clear line of demarcation between the embedded, and embattled, military legions. But what if the lines in the sand really are drawn in sand? Then, as the forces collide, like a desert windstorm, an amalgamation takes place bringing blindness to the soldiers and causing confusion within the ranks. After all, how can one defeat an enemy unseen?
In years gone by, the lines of separation were clear. Yet today, diversity reigns and the boundary lines are considered to be “racist” in any battle zone. The world has been painted gray and the only colors remaining are those from rainbows drawn as graffiti upon the billboards lingering along the highways abandoned. The Transgendered people have torn asunder bathroom walls in order to resurrect them around college safe areas. Black Lives are burning cities; Blue lives are shooting and taking return fire. National borders are dissolving and cultures are clashing. Light and dark have congealed as smoke into a gray fog of war until the only moral lessons remaining are those taught through the reflections of fictional heroes glittering upon movie theater screens and from our high definition, electronic toys.
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