As soon as there is one thing. There becomes the opposite – or not that thing.
And as soon as there is such dichotomy, there is the infinitely small space between the two. Therefore one becomes two becomes everything.
A past means future. And the two meet at present. Yet presence is the only one to actually exist. It is our skin separating our insides from our outsides that allow us to feel.
The soil like breath on an apple which allows life to exist.
Flip the coin, but perhaps it is the edge of the coin that matters.
Left and right hemisphere and the corpus collusum.
Zeros and ones but let’s look in between.
In breath and out breath, the pendulum swings but where it changes direction for a moment it is still.
Like the equinoxes and solstices. No wonder the ancients paid attention.
Where masculine meets feminine.
Where the ocean meets land.
Where sun rays meet leaves on trees.
Where rain drops on lichen.
Open the door to peer at the space between.
Paradox.