Somebody once said there was a fine line between right and wrong. That may be, but there is still a line. There is a fine line between blue and green. It’s true, there is a line…it’s yellow. I imagine lines of separation in most everything, some quite minuscule, as lines go.
I recognize a line between quitting and surrender. If I quit; if I take the ball and go home, I’m out of the game. In fact, it’s unlikely the game will go on. But, if I surrender the game continues and I’m still a player. I like a little yellow with my blue and prefer to play the game.