Human Beings Are Weird Creatures

I was thinking about what weird creatures human beings are. How they can be all these different things at the same time, feel all these conflicting emotions. Love and hate, joy and despair, courage and fear. It's like we are some great whirling disc of every imaginable colour, on which the light constantly shifts and dances. It does not seem to matter how old you are, seventeen or seventy, the disc is always there, whirling away. Perhaps all that happens as time goes by it just get's easier to figure out the colours and know for sure which one you are looking at and what it might mean.