The absence of right does not make wrong, but in a world of black and white.
There, we scold with our tongues, we believe with our ears and attack on sight.
The senses that capture the fleeting whispers of experience are more often tools used to chisel judgments of marble.
But even a villain has his cause, and even a hero has his crutch. Even a portrait of the gloomiest day is coloured with more than shades of gray.