Attack or Sight?

My mind screams to me, "What have you done to me!"
The white appears to be vast and never-ending,
so I believe it continues to loom around humankind as perfection.
For a moment, I imagine the white starting to darken and intensify.

So I ask of myself: Should I dive into the abyss?

I must take the time to grasp this moment's significance...
To determine my own answer to any question of morality.
Must I darken until only black solidarity remains?
Or should I embrace white alongside the truths it holds?

In contrast, my wounds are only but temporary scars.

The spreading of the plague known as darkness.
I'm infected, can't you tell? I'm still bound to the white
Fate created an impassable line between fortune and knowledge.
So judgment lies dead alongside my coveted divinity.

No longer white, no longer black, am I gray?

Must I construct black and white thought? Am I two dimensional?
Darkness beyond light, I would lack the truth that accompanies.
You cannot find the light within the darkness.
...and yet I still think the white too bright.