" In the heart of darkness, a flower blossoms, enriching the shadows with its promise of hope...
In the fields of light, an adder coils, and the radiant tranquility is lent savor by its sinister presence.
Right and wrong, black and white, good and evil...all my existence I have looked from one to the other, fully embracing neither one...never before have I understood how much they depend on each other. "
― Alan Moore , Swamp Thing, Vol. 4: A Murder of Crows