My quarrel isn't with trying or acceptance,

It's with the illusion that everything has to be 'either/or'.

How many colours can we see with these two eyes?

Definitely more than two.

My quarrel is with the fact that you can only pick one of the two.

My brain has more than one, singular thought.

What is happiness, but an immense combination of varied thoughts and memories,

Only a fraction of whose essence can be encapsulated in a scribble of coloured,

Chemical water on a finely ground and pressed piece of tree trunk?