Maybe there is a reason why grey is my favourite colour. Neither black nor white, it straddles the horizon line between dark and light.
Evil lives there, peacefully, next to good. They talk over the backyard fence almost every day. They regularly share cups of coffee, amicably, there in the grey zone.
Grey is serenely accommodating in its role as the catch-basin of all extremes. It fulfills my need to see all sides of an argument. It quiets my compulsion to be all things to all people.
I live in the grey.