In the absence of purity, darkness must slither; and it is no choice we make that desolation shall loom. Suffering blazes its trail from the belly of our self-constructed hells deep into the cores of our most valued truths, but uncertainty, insecurity, and inferiority need not wither so that we may bloom.
It is only within the light that we allow ourselves to frolic; and so amidst pain, we often feel obliged to shrink. Whatever else remains should be placed in the unruly space that spans between self-love and our ugliest moods. But what if a force exists woven into the binding between darkness, light, and even the in-between too? Its mere existence would prove more to life than dyads and whatever ends up filed between two such extremes. So perhaps we can be more than good, evil, or the gray morality that exists in between. Perhaps we could be the binding energy beneath it all, ever unknown, unsullied, and unseen.
Trust this power that you hold the next time good versus evil looms over you. Even when there is no choice to be made and you are expected to simply accept the obvious truth, remember that you can be the force which touches right, wrong, and uncertainty all the same. Like purity, like darkness, like everything that's anything (and even nothing too)... we, also, may slither. We, too, may loom. So if we are not This despite existing there, and if we are not That despite embodying it too, then we can be anything we so choose.
It need not be good versus evil, including the varying senses of self which exist in between. It—and I mean all of it—could just be you.