I have been sitting with a specific kind of internal friction lately—the visceral discomfort that comes from questioning the very things I was taught were settled. It is the kind of unease that doesn't just sit in the mind; it settles in the gut. I am wrestling with a thought that feels almost dangerous to articulate: What if the line between "good" and "bad" isn't the clean, surgical incision we’ve been promised? What if time and perspective have the power to completely reframe actions we on...