Blazed

all the arguments of the world, rest between the two poles of black and white.
they swirl in thre demnsions so the make a double tear drop, attached at the drop, not the tear, but then as if pulled by a cyclone, it swils so that the tear drop becomes- for a moment- a cyrilinder, than if pushed by a parralle wind, it formed a timeglass. the white sands and the black sands would roll so fast around the glass that the shade would be grey, but the ill lighting of the human mind makes the decicevness of our own minds be not the blue ambiugity that we see it as, it is the vaccum of dissention and arguement, not the actually facts or the clues of reality, that shapes our lenses. that is the energy that pushes our stick to move sand...black stick, white stand.