Sound much, or do they? Really any vessel would sound when
dumped together, irrespective of the contents... And yet none do, kept
singularly. Cups and saucers, pots and pans, glasses and bowls, plates and
spoons, forks and knives! Clink clank clink clank…
Nothing is complete on its own. No one is complete on their
own. The black the white, the rich the poor, the male the female, the darkness
the light - One wouldn’t be if it weren’t for the other. There wouldn’t be the
comparison, the distinction of their existence, their being or their creation.
If it weren’t for our sleep, how the hustle of awakening should be
defined. All are delineated by the
conflictions, by what is around us. We are circumscribed as much by what we are
not as by who we come to be.
Everything is relative, related, interlaced into a beautiful
connected verse foretelling one another’s story. Are you who you are or are you
what you are not?
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