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Black & White

White for me is empty. Just like black Like yin & yang, both encompassing
is empty. For me both are the same. everything, each other too, yet none

They are two sides of the same coin, existing without the other. I’d say the
similar albeit camaraderie be-

differ-ent only in tween the two is
their contours. in perfect sync.

The contours, a Wouldn’t
facade for both. you agree?

Veils, behind I say white is
which the same holy. I also say

cold hard copper black is the sky
resides. where heavens

Pass a straw sit. If you were
through the to blend the

coin & it’ll pass universe in a
through both gargantuan

black, and white. Drop the coin & both electric blender, I think the odds would
will fall together. But bend the coin favor an absolute gray colored mocktail.

and you’ll beg to differ. One is bent, When Isaac Newton, fiddling with a
the other is too but in the opposite prism, broke white into a seven colored

direction. “They aren’t the same”, continuous rainbow, oblivious to him,
you’ll say. Stop. Do it again, the other solved one of nature’s riddles. What

way round this time now. Do you see? we see is everything on that spectrum.
the side now unbent isn’t any different Everything except black. Black, call it a

than its comrade previously. free bird, unbound, is as empty as white
But you don’t. is full. Don’t loathe the dissipation here,