A soul will be hunting for quietude, and it's physicality would be caught in a cobweb of eternal madrush. The conflict between fetishes of mind and the incorruptible heart places the body in a space painted with grey. There is no lucid black or white. A tainted white, or a partial black is all that defines human race.
The realm of reality is silhouetted against the sky of denial. Our to and fro movement in a spatial state of grey is our journey of life. We are never able to attain the clarity and entirety of black or white.