An ENFJ to the core (the Myers Briggs test people. Jesus. Read a book!), this used to disturb me greatly.
I am a proponent of universal truth. There's a right. There's a wrong. And I am always the former.
Conversely (and confusingly), I also believe we make our truth--that "personal" truth is therefore perspective (if not in the highest sense of the word). That if we believe it, it is therefore fact to us, and therefore legitimate to us if not to others.
Blah de blah de blah de blah.
--It's a mess up in my brain. A true fever. HAWT. A fiyah!--
But despite my struggles against the grey areas of life, they kept at my grey matter like heat-seeking missiles, redirecting each time I'd duck and cover. And now that they've hit, I find myself surprisingly willing to embrace their destruction of my Myers Briggs boundaries.
You see, for me, it's the grey areas in which the mercy falls. It's the grey areas that carry the compassion, the empathy, the "there but for the grace of G-d go I"...
It's in the grey areas that I find comfort.
It's in the grey areas that I find G-d.
Grey areas from grey matter...perhaps the 50 shades that "matter" most.