i know very well of what you speak. and what you speak is very well. however, i beg to differ. he made his choices. but you only hear of her voices. and certainly the gray puddles he dwells in are murky and unclean, but the perplexity of the matter should have never ever been. if she was certain. she, too, had a choice. and he expressed his voice. as far as anyone is concerned the paths went on their own and are happily ever growing. in their way. and not to his fault is her dismay. her nose may be the brightest thing in the universe, but it poked first, and it’s the one casting the shadow. we must remember it takes black and white to mix such a neglected sight. the other side. gray.