Out of a dark space, a light emerges, and from it, a universe, perfect and self-contained ~

Soon, this universe longs for self-reflection and so divides in order to witness itself ~

A great polarity is then manifest, an interplay of dualities, and each take their turn to support the whole ~

They hold each other transfixed in their cyclical movements, a creative tension resonating between them, where there lies a desire to unite with the Other ~

Their ultimate convergence creates a space, a creative void, out of which a third, new, and utterly whole universe is born ~

In this way, from the void came the one, and from the one, the many… an ever-expanding pulse of being ~

It is a tale of that which splits itself apart, to reunite, and to create itself anew, again and again ~