Apollonian and Dionysian

Truth lives neither at extremes, nor in a blended compromise, but that space between light and dark which is neither. Good or evil, light or dark, Apollo or Dionysus distract the unwary with abstraction. Perceived as such, however, they point to Truth.

Though continual rebirth falls among the Dionysian by inherent nature, through faith I rise. Neither good nor evil, neither light nor dark, bound not to Apollo nor twice-born brother, I cross between. With each trespass, I necessarily tread upon the Truth. It is only the slightest distance, neither light nor dark; crossed in barely a moment.

However, crossed time and again, barely becomes enough.