Spectrum.

It is in our darkest that we find our greatest.  We wish desperately for things to be black and white, wrong or right, yet we find ourselves in such a world full of shades of grey. How are we to tell the difference between hues if not to define each end of the spectrum of which to gauge the variations in between?

We must reach new highs and fall to new lows, if we ever wish to know just how far we've gone in either direction. Only covered in the praverbial mud, fiening for the analogy of blood, facing a metaphysical obsidian deep in the keep of our minds, do we tend to see the true potencial for greatness-- ours or of those around us-- but only if we choose to see.

Anyone can decide to close their eyes and focus on the darkness, or stare into the light and go blind to all the black, skewing their view to one end of the spectrum.

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