No, that's not sweet!

Between subtle shading and the absence of light lies the nuance of illusion. A lost soul searches fruitlessly the ancient maze of queer, almost hereditary concepts by way of 'self realization'. Our grandiose assumptions of life aren't always the absolute, no, not even in a generic sense. Take for instance a society, where beliefs have found root in the most trivial of tasks, such as performing a short 'enaction' of prayer before eating. Performing a brief but rigorous study would reveal that even the most rigid societies have cogent arguments, which are cleverly disguised exceptions to the web of myriads of logic that they themselves have enforced. A theory goes thus: All that needs to be done to complicate a society will be done, either in parts or wholly, either by the same society or otherwise. This is perhaps for lack of something better to do, or in other words, in accordance with the law of entropy. We humans usually complicate matters beyond a point that requires the introduction of something axiomatic to convince us, such as believing that the right way to start the day is to get out of bed from the right side. In contrary, though, successful civilizations have always had a rule-base, however axiomatic it might have been, to encourage a particular pattern of living based on either ease, or uniformity. Care must be taken, however, not to follow this 'Bible' with closed eyes (or minds). An appropriate conclusion would hence be, Choose always the path of light, not so intense as to blind you, not so dim as to beguile you, but one that keeps the glimmer of logic aglow.