How genius and insanity are so so close, how pleasure and pain perfectly complement each other. How people walk around every day having to deceive themselves just to get through the day.
How love and hate need each other because one without the other really doesnt mean a dam thing.
How a person who knows himself and the score still does things knowing there wrong.
How gifts and curses so often are both the same thing.
Life is odd
One side of all of these things means nothing without the other, we need the bad or the good means nothing.