Sugar made me do it...it is part of a trifecta, salt, fat, sugar, which is ruling the world we all live within, the perfect invaders, for they never blast out people, they simply slowly drive them into 'eternal' sleep and who could object to that? after all is it not what we all long for? the quietness of infinite oblivion, the paradise totally out of reach from questing questions, the buggers of modern moderation;

Here, all is dead, meaning it is either pitch black or blindingly white, each an opaque wall, with no space in between, for space is the act of intersecting shades of grey in between the two bars so that a landscape can become 'real';

A social system tends to slide to either end of the spectrum, where it is easy to manage than in betweenl;

Nothing alive can exist as a black or a white, although the more ignorant a one is, the more his persona remains glued at one of those two posts, inside the self which then overtakes all relational common sense or rational behaviour in order to