Shades Of Grey.

"There is no client as scary as an innocent man." - J. M. Haller.
This is the quote with which the book 'The Lincoln Lawyer' by Michael Connelly begins. The book, like many other works of its kind, describes snippets of the life of a lawyer. What is intriguing is the profundity of the quote. How much one can glean about lawyers from just that one line! Though all our lives are in one way or the other a shade of grey, lawyers present a succulent case study. One of my primary school teacher's used to spout out saying 'Lawyers are Liars!' She never explained why she despised them so much. Nevertheless, it is true in many ways that lawyers twist and bend the truth to their advantage. I am not really bothered about the questions on the morality of lawyers or their actions. There can never be a satisfying answer to such questions and such questions can never be restricted to just lawyers. The important question is about the consequences of their actions, not on others but on themselves. If we lived in a world painted only in the shades of grey; somewhere along the line, we would never know the difference between white and black anymore. In a similar manner, on the long run, the thin line separating everything thing from its alter ego completely disappears. Everything in life becomes equivocal. Dr. Jackal and Mr. Hyde cant differentiate from each other!
Everyone of us usually have or will come to a point when we are not certain about why we are doing what we are doing. The morality of our action can be judged based on some loose rules. But, the repercussions of our actions are always felt later. Probably its a battle between our ego, suggesting that the most superior race on earth should be absolutely right always, and Darwinian theory of survival of the fittest. The world we live in is redefined every time depending on what makes living easier thereby mostly pushing us into the greyer reaches of truth. One can only speculate now about how they might feel about their decisions in life 20-30 years down the line. Would we by then have floated off into grayer reaches of life, to the point of no return?