I've been feeling really philisophical today, and I was just thinking about how many layers of gray are in our world. Very little things are pure black or white, and those things are beautiful in my eyes - even evil can be beautiful. The gray so constantly threatens to storm us that the sight of a bit of pure color, a tidbit of life that does not cling but clench onto its beliefs with a proud look in it's eyes - whether that pure color is black or white, on our side or not, it's something admirable indeed.
Anyways, that's my philisophical pitch for the day.