I was raised in a binary society, characterised by polarity, dualism and dichotomy.
We weren’t taught these big English words, because they would have threatened our aspirations towards a specific grand narrative, belief in absolute truths that white or black and it would have opened a door to a cultural relativism and nuanced insights that are more often grey than white or black.
To grasp the grey areas of understanding requires evolving grey matter and to suspend judgement in favour of paradoxical complexity requires not IQ but EQ.
I catch myself daily falling back into predictable paths of paralysis and I need grace and a diversity of friends that can help me to embrace the tormenting uncertainty that comes with the vulnerability an open-mindedness brings.
It is so much easier to be sure, certain and able to shut out, resist and fight all the wrongs that look different from the pictures in my head. But my pictures are not instinctive, they are not Inspired: my pictures were formed, they can become deformed and they can become reformed.