Black and White/Day and Night

On the by-way to work, a thought in the car--a scrap of paper stuffed in the coffee cup that reads:

"I am a pantheist first and foremost, an ascetic constantly at war with my hedonistic desires of gastronomic pleasures."

I see how the light goes on down that Great Highway, straight as a road... then a tunnel that narrows to one last point of light before disappearing into darkness -- that is nothingness...

At least, I see how you envision death--for that is what the World shows you: light and dark, day and night, good and evil, black and white --

But have you never tasted mists of grey that come before the dawn, or shivered with the daybreak's promise of the nighthawk's song?