A fine line…
It seems … Sometimes it seems that white is dazzling white, and it cannot be confused with anything. And black … It's not blue or red, it's immediately clear - that's black. With good and evil, we think, the situation is the same … And between them there is a thin, very thin line.
For example, honesty … Commendable quality. Fortunately, even. It's the courage to be honest. And such a fine line … Look beyond her - insensitivity and selfishness. "You are not feminine" or "you are not good for anything" is not honesty, it is manipulation, the purpose of which is to kill a partner's self-esteem.
Or love … “I love” is a light, creative feeling. Feeling of the big world and selfless giving. And a fine line … "I love you," so I can say what will hurt. I can do whatever this phrase justifies. I can decide what you should, because I love.
Care… When she is not there, you can really feel it. She is pleasant by the very fact that another adult is doing something for you … A fine line … And behind her is guardianship and control. Suffocation.
Adoption… Excellent attitude. A broad, bias-free perception of another person. A thin invisible line … And - indifference. Be any, because I don't care.
An unjustified judgment about the world … Ideal. The pinnacle of spiritual growth. But as soon as he decided that you were already there, he stepped over the fine line, beyond which - the assessment of the other: "Well, why can't you relate to the world without patterns of your beliefs?"
There is no gap between good and bad, light and shadow. There is not even a dividing line. Only a thin transparent edge. Permeable. Passable. Bang! - and you are already on the other side, but you didn’t have time to track it with your consciousness.
