Once upon a time...

...I met a guy who went by the name of 'John Ambiguo'.
I could never tell whether he was the wisest, or the most foolish man I'd ever met- and after a while I decided it really didn't matter.

You see, I used to be pretty hung up about everything.
Real tightly wound- obsessive-compulsive, neurotic, whatever you want to call it.
Everything had to be done exactly how I wanted it, otherwise I would have anxiety attacks and occasionally break things.

Black was black, and white was white.
Until I met John Ambiguo.
After which, I was never so sure about anything!