The reality is not like the old movies of the 1950s and 1960s, with contrasting black and white, and a clear distinction between good and evil, but rather like spilled paint, bunches of bright colors that become dirty, muddy, and gray when they come together. There is no way to tell who was polluted first and changed color. But just when you want to express your anger or save it, you find that you are already part of the dirty torrent, flowing drop by drop towards the farther and darker place, but it is the only exit.