I think about my many self-contradictions and smile. I’ve been in conversations where contradiction was a bad thing, but I think this is only because we like to avoid the challenge of complexity. Gray space. I think we also mistake certain states and concepts as opposites. Science and religion, for example. Love and hate, perhaps? These things can coexist. In fact, I think we’d be surprised if we took the time to examine all the things that go on living together, whether in peace or chaos, every day, every hour, every minute.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)-Walt Whitman in “Song of Myself”


