I'm feeling a wild blend of: exhaustion turning into indiscriminate indifference; AND the yanking of the reins at the verge of resignation.

Attentive and industrious sloth; fruitless success and joy. A concoction based in confusion and harmony both at the same time.

Aren't we all glad we exist in the realm of the Relative? It's either this or that. The world of the Absolute should most likely be oxymoronic. Or does the paradox lie in Extreme Moderation? And if, in this world, "Everything in moderation" is so widely advocated as the surefire way to make it good in life, what level of moderation does that entail? Extreme or just moderate?

You're confused, and I'm clear about this. But I'm not sure you're clear. And you're sure I'm confused. See? Moderation. Balance.

And the duality of Nature? Pure energy is, essentially, God? Angels And Demons made me write this.
What about Maybe? The grey area?