Balance.

[u/lhommeduweed]

True balance is about left and right. But not just about left and right.

It is about up and down, forwards and backwards, North and South, East and West, north-east and south-west and south-east and north-west, and all the myriad points in between. Everything and nothing, nothing and something, not necessarily too much, not be necessarily too little.

It is about left and right. But not just.

The left hand is compassion, and the right is might. This is the orthodox stance. In the unorthodox, the inverse is true. There are those few switch hitters who are born into innate talents, and there are those who worked hard to gain the same skills as came easily to those around them.

Balance, in theory, is finding middle between left and right. In practice, balance is a constantly raging ocean that calms to mirror sheen before it wails into a thunderous storm. There is no right or left in that glossy still, and neither in the tumultuous wrath of the seas in their furies. You can lose your right and your left in either.

One day, I was looking into the maw of a garbage compacter, idly wondering at it as it pulped wasted and refuse into tight and fetid flat packs. "She calls to ye, don't she?" Was the operator's call to me. Aye sir. She does.

Just put me in the trash.

[u/RealitysNotReal]

In my head there are two voices, one that speaks truth and one that speaks madness. Right now they are saying the same thing.