I don’t live in a gray world. That presumposes your idea of black and white. My world is wonderfully in color. I have found that the world isn’t black and white, good and bad; if fact, I break it down to things we understand, and things we don’t understand, yet. That is the beauty of experience.
But refusing to understand? What if you hadn’t won the “Lucky sperm” lottery and you were born instead in Iraq, in the middle east, child of extremism and violence. Your black would be white. IF you didn’t fight back, you would think you would be doomed for a life of death or slavery.
So your little circle is complete. You operate incredibly well in your box. The extremist you fear is your reflection.
