Ebb and flow. Night and Day. Duality is in everything. In each of those halves, it divides again. This continues through infinity. These parts attract and repel each other.
Always mixing.
Always creating.
Nothing lost.
Nothing gained.
Working in perfect harmony as if it were meant to be.
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There Will Come Soft Rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
--Sara Teasdale..
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