I like vagueries best. Don’t give me rules – just guidelines. Allow me to flout tradition and make up my own mind.
There are upsides and downsides, always exceptions. Pros and cons. Weak points and strengths. They provide reasons to flout stiff-necked laws but also reasons to embrace barriers. Always exceptions? There are even exceptions to that statement. Paradox (a paradox, a most ingenious paradox!) abounds. But that is why I like vagueries best. They admit that life is a paradox.
What is a vaguery? Vaguery is a paradox.
What is life? Something full of paradoxes. No matter what the materialists say, there are things about “being” that nobody can wrap their minds around.
Is vaguery good or bad? A necessarily vague answer – I think it depends.
But is God good or bad? There is no vaguery in the answer. He is good because God is the only thing in existence that is not vague. Without some universal constant, what is there? A vaguery as black and horrendous as the depths of Hell.