Most trains of human thought exist to sort things out. To render the complex clear. To shine light on the obscure. To make sense of the world and who we are within it.
The arts, though -- at their best -- are a vessel to contain it all; to celebrate the complexities and the ambiguities. Because life isn’t simple. Because opposing ideas are often both true. Because the choices we make and the choices we fail to make, the choices that others make, change us. Because there is light and there is darkness, and both are sacred.
Because truth is multiple, and messy and contradictory. And essential.