Do we reflect attempts at transcending our mortal debt or do we deflect the flicker of optimism?

Why walls and mirrors? Why mice and bulls? Why not? Analogy is the subjective trigger to the universal Truth we all seek through our own means. Anywhere we look we can extract the Truth. All things are implicit by nature. One can only get out of something what one puts into anything. In my previous dualistic dogmatism I came to the conclusion that all things exist within a predetermined system. For everything you do, there is something you do not do that is countered elsewhere by someone or something else doing that very thing. There was right and there was wrong. There was you and there was me. But on liberating mountaintops and in their debilitating valleys I found another piece of the puzzle that brought me one step closer to a complete world view. There is no right and there is no wrong. There is only what you do and what you do not. “Right” and “wrong” are irrelevant attributes added by people on the wall end of the spectrum, those who have more faith and put more weight in their opinions than those on the opposite, mirror end of the same spectrum. This brought me to believe and to know that everyone is right and still somehow wrong. My mind opened so wide that my brain fell out. I was a gullible fool. But then another piece fell into place. I once believed that for everything you do there is something that you don't do... and by the same 'logic,' for anything you don't do, there is something else that you do and so reality always just balanced itself out regardless of what values were held or what intent laid behind certain actions. My belief made life out to be a pointless waste of time. Anything you do is undone elsewhere. Whatever you don't is done there too! Realizing this as a poisonous pseudo-philosophy freed me from the aimlessness itself. See, it wasn't a love of knowledge that brought me to that point, but a fear of acceptance that dragged me away. It was a limiting scope, a worldview through a pinhole in the fabric of a dying Self. I clung to the idea and was instantly addicted. It lifted blame and responsibility, but it was only a comforting cop-out. There is a fence and I do walk it often, but this release gave me back to reality and now I diligently weigh out all possibilities without giving into the infinities behind them waiting to imprison weak minds. No action or thought will ever be perfect because we are imperfect beings, but so long as every action is taken with the greatest intent there is objective evil or “wrong” stickered to it and in simply doing or not doing progress is held as the most important aspect of any single life. You are wrong and you are right. Action is rectified in non-action all the time. Just live and laugh and cry and love. It will never be enough, but we are one.