You hate the gray? I always kind of got into the gray.

The eeeevile person in the movie always has something deep to say to the good one about "but what would your precious 'good' be without evil? What is the light without the dark? What meaning does sound have without silence?"

First off, that dude's a dick anyway, and he's wrong: fuck him. This whole "necessity of opposites" doctrine is a true horse-crock of straight, pure false. In order to be able to appreciate a blowjob, you do not at any point ever need to experience the anti-blowjob. OK? Ok.

It's a crock. Without pure white, pure black would be? Pure black. And with no black at all, pure white would still be? Pure white. I'm prepared to believe that if humans could all see another color's worth of bandwidth past both ends of the visible spectrum, into the infras- and ultras-, our philosophical dipwits of history would just as easily have broadened their palettes to ask: "What would Orange and Green be, without Rinf and Klurple?"

They'd be orange and GREEN, genius.

Which brings up another point, too. All these dichotomizing, duelling dualists, man - how come it's always either the either-or or the interdependence of two possible extremes with these guys? Why are their clever little leaps and sophistries always to the defense of extremes?

Nobody ever stands up for the in-between. Who goes to bat for gray? Where does that leave poor gray? Where's gray at? All sad and moany in the middle!

Well, maybe not. In the final analysis, I guess gray can probably take care of itself.