A Monologue with the Æther

Self Is the Longest Journey


Some will tell you that the way is clear. They visualize, with some pride, The world in white and black. Call them, cynic or altruist or naive, as you will. They will tell you that it is simple. There is only good or bad, no in between. Maybe if they saw no color, then they would see That there are only distinct shades of gray.