Flash Fiction
Sometimes you just have to look at it differently. Then suddenly, the dichotomous world isn’t so dichotomous anymore, and your concrete philosophies unveil their baselessness, all of which have been built out of sheer defensiveness and hot-headed zeal, built on up from random, spontaneous, unverified comments, and you get a look at the crux of the issue and realize you have been fighting towards a quasi-center, your arguments orbiting a gravitational anomaly, your retorts jabbing at inconsequential inconsistencies, your motivations fueled by the fiery, animalistic drive for victory and validation, like the puritan who disliked bear baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators, and all the complexities in the issues seems to have grown out of your vehement refusal to back down or take back your own mistakes or misconceptions, clear as they are to you now, or to make room for opposing beliefs, however sensical, and you realize the futility of borderless debates and the necessity for mutual compromise.
And then you look dead straight again, in that restricting, limiting, excluding, self-aggrandizing world-view of yours, and bury the asterisks and footnotes and the multifacetedness of the issue in unchecked, bold claims, and increase the contrast back up so that only the blacks and whites dominate the screen, and then you continue diabolically closing in on your opponent, because who has the motivation to initiate change or the time to mitigate conflict?