Another story.
There was a stop light at a very big intersection. It saw people run him when he told them not to, it saw the same people everyday, it saw different people everyday, it saw people making out when the light was red, it saw people speed up when the light was yellow. This light saw many things.
As it went about it usual business one day changing colors and advising people of stopping and going, it saw a hotrod car barreling towards the intersection. He tried to tell him to slow down with his nice yellow light, but he wouldn't. He turned red and traffic began to enter into his line of vision from all sides of the intersection and so did this hot rod car. There was a loud noise and honking of horns and then stillness... and then chaos.
Blood was everywhere. People were screaming. Some one called the cops. The light saw it all and was sad. He had seen this many times before and wished he could do something more than just flash colors at people, but he couldn't. All he could do was scream at them and scream using three solid colors. He was trying to maintain order and save people this chaos, but they wouldn't listen to him. They were often blind to what he was saying and very unappreciative of what he did.
He faithfully did his duty day in and day out and then one day he got a chance to turn everything into three solid colors. That is what he did. He made evil red, good green, and everything else yellow. He hoped that this might get everyone's attention and help them see, but even this drastic change humans didn't understand and they still ran to the red and created pain. He then decided to do away with all red and yellow and make everything green.
There was not much difference except now when the chaos happened no one was pointing fingers. Since there wasn't time wasted on the pointing of fingers and placing blame the pain was only brief and people soon figured out how to go when others were going and ultimately transcend the pain of collision all together, and the light was very happy.
