Human lives are, by definition, messy. There is mistrust,because there are lies, selfishness, deception. There are schisms between intentions and actions, ideas and doing; and there are mash ups between love and hate, wants and needs, altruism and bitter selfishness, good and evil.

We clash, we tear each other part, we lie to others and ourselves, we cause epic messes. It's the messiness of experiencing everything it means to be human. It's the messiness of being divinely thought, yet humanly weak and destined to fall. Things don't fit neatly into boxes and categories, neither do people.  They are entwined in the tangles of their own messes.