For some, there's an orientation toward conclusion, the yes or no, the good or bad, happy or sad, the 0s or 1s. Clean lines and categories. Not that the messy doesn't happen, but that because *overall* it is something, therefore I conclude that it is that something.
There's another orientation. A sort of *being* in the middle. Different from *existing* in the middle. Sure, maybe, if you average over time, it evaluates like 0.5 of everything. From that vantage, it can look like one is stuck in the eternal gray. But from one moment to the next, there is no evaluation, and there is no care to evaluate. It is the 0 here, a 1 there, 0.8 at one angle, 0.56342... at another. Real numbers, infinite resolution, infinite axes.
"Yes, I am happy. Yes I am sad. Yes I am bored, ecstatic, furious. All these colors seep out of me, my face - my eyes, mouth, brows - all at once, in gradiations, droplets, as a pour." Closely inspect and see that each flowing drop itself a swirl of splatters. Can you say a painting is a single hue? Sure, and maybe some need that overall answer.
When asked a question twice with an ever so slight different tonalities, the answer may manifest as the opposite. Confusing, yes, but not a lack of precision or loosely defined words. Rather, it is the care for definitions and the care to use them with confusing precision. On the outside, the tornado can look like complete chaos. But on the inside, it's the historical context and occurrences which creates pure coherence.
