...and even then, still, just a whole half.
My whole self, would be, incomplete, without, you.
Even in contentment with my own being...
my whole self, would be, incomplete, without, you.
am i to hack the divine programming?
We were wired this way.
Courtesy of the grand architect of the universe--made without tools.
We made tools to build.
Me? I'm not above construction--constantly under construction.
The greatest builds happened naturally.
Mountains and trees.
Trust me.
Look, no hands.
Just trust.
An unbreakable contract.
Just as the earth never runs from the water. They remain.
And I see this--in raw elements, scholars would say cannot think or feel.
But they express love superior to that of the sentient race of man.
Our sun and moon romanticize that same concept every day.
And this is in the real world, real life, no fantasy.
Never divorcing or breaking up.
It sounds funny writing it down.
It sounded a lot better in my head.
When wings were made they were intended to work together as one.
Even with one strong, healthy wing, with all the feathers,
a bird cannot and will never fly.
No Yin.