My father told me that the man who, when alone, can keep his mind busy with great ideas, is wise beyond measure. He also said that different views on the same subject should be laid side by side, and that countering concepts can reside in a single mind.
I’ll admit that these lofty ideals didn’t affect me much when I first heard them. Over the years, though, I’ve begun to understand what my dad meant. In some of my darkest moments, times when I’ve felt totally lost and alone, I turned to art, which professes by its mere presence that there’s no Answer, only questions rife with possibilities.
Music, literature, movies, TV shows–various forms of expression that remind me of the complexity of existence–this is my salvation on earth. Life’s not all black and white, the adage goes, and I agree.
For me grays matter.