The following short paragraph was written circa 2011. I uncovered it again this evening:
Perspective is subjective. We can conjure tears for murderers and froth-flecked venom for saints. We can shun a simple truth and treasure a proven lie. Billionaires commit suicide while the meekest among us live a grinding existence to their last ragged breath. Perspective can paint tragedy in brilliant hues and greatness in a bleak and tired monochrome.