Things are either black or white. I lived that way. Got me in a lot of scrapes over the years. But something happened on the way to here. I began shedding myself. Or what I thought was myself. Come to find out, I was never me at all. I caught glimpses of myself along the way, but always thought of that me as being the made-up me. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I haven’t changed. I’ve always been who I am. I just didn’t know it before.

“I may not have gone where I intended to go,

but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”

Douglas Adams (1952-2001)

(The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)