We’re told that the world is black and white
Good or evil
Right or wrong
And sitting in between is always gray
because it has to be a mix between the two
some right, some wrong
some good, some bad
But to me the middle is full of color
red
blue
green
yellow
purple
It’s something entirely different than the black or white
It’s not all the possible shades of gray
Because it is not gray at all
It is me
And I am so many colors
By Common Consent, a Mormon Blog 
Beautiful poem, especially after at least one talk I can think of this conference. Thank you.
I hereby proclaim myself red!
I was half expecting something either Malcolm in the middle in there or song lyrics
said the poet:
t just takes some time
Little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything will be just fine
Everything, everything will be all right
Colors are part of the white. A prism separates the colors out of light, and we can all pick our favorite color. But all we’re doing is emphasizing part of the light, part of the white.
There are no colors between black and white, only shades of gray, which are merely dilutions of light.
I’m not nearly clever or artistic enough to express myself poetically, but it’s not the physics that makes the analogy not work for me.