Devil may care about labels!

* And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

Society taught us that we require stereotypes to help us make sense of everything around us.
Angels were good, and demons were always bad.
Darkness is negative, light is positive.

When the liberator rolls in with his army he is often perceived as the hero, until the better angels of his nature depart.
The liberator becomes the dictator.
An angel transforms into a demon.
A best friend becomes a bitter enemy…
In almost every engaging story I’ve ever watched the lines between “good” and “bad” were blurred.

As a child I wondered about the eternal cycle of water that evaporates into a gas and later condensates back into droplets.
Long before I understood the basic science I knew that water was both vapor and liquid.

Recognizing the duality of stereotyped imagery can be confusing though.
Fire is retribution for sins, but it also purifies metal within a fiery forge.
If pure white snow were to be the opposite of fire then why does it kill the exposed and lost traveler?

We can move past the confusion when we realize that it’s not necessary to look for a demon within every angel.
Perhaps we only need to recognize the capacity for transformation within every entity we encounter.
Cultivating logic, understanding, and observation goes a long way towards recognizing the current state of whatever and whoever crosses our paths.

Knowledge can free us from arbitrarily labeling everything.
With knowledge comes an understanding of the choices we have.

The healthy snack bar is neither “healthy” nor “good” until you’ve read the ingredients.

“A devil” can be merely perception, whereas “The Devil” might be someone to avoid!

An alley is neither dark nor scary if you choose to never set foot in it.

A dark alley becomes a brightly lit area when you choose to carry a torch into it.

* From “Temple of love” by Sisters of mercy.

The “Devil in a black dress” was a quick-doodle from this morning’s commute on the train.