Four Seasons
There is chaos. There is undecypherable noise. I’m merely an observer. There is rhythm. Threre is music. I’m merely an observer. Day and night, black and white, good and evil. This is called rhythm. Dichotamy and duality, the twoness. life, the oscillation between the opposites. Death...?
Opposites constantly separate and unite, repel and attract. They give rise to one another. They depend on each other. Can shadow exist without light?
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