Every moment is composed of both joy and sorrow
one taints the other
just as every thesis is by its antithesis made impure.
Every friendship has its enmity
every love-bond has its hatred
weather for ill or good
each rivalry has sincere admiration
Nowhere we may look, will we find perfection
all of our world exhibits contamination
search not, for ultimate purity
It does not exist
Remember well this fact:
THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES.
