Why is poverty often thought of as lacking the very things that impoverish those that have them?
The fact that things are not as they seem is both distressing and a relief.
That while this may mean that some of the things I think are true—probably are not true, it also means that some of the things I think are not true—probably are true.
We all too often do not have the wisdom to know the difference.
Light is not always one way or the other—sometimes it is “just right” even in a storm.
Perhaps with some color?