The union of two seemingly unrelated halves. Both whisper secrets of the human condition to the ear (heart) keen enough to hear. Quiet enough to listen. Peaceful enough to observe. Bondage. Enslavement. The firm grip of each of us on the other. Forever yoked together, like oxen, pulling behind us the weight of history, destiny and fate. The eye watches, all seeing, yet remains distant. Apart. Perhaps by choice, perhaps by accident, it is immaterial. And still it watches. Meanwhile, in a parallel world, we are washed over by the waves of molecules that constantly blast through the spaces between the atoms that make up our corporeal selves. To become aware of this would cause the whole of reality (as we know it) to fly apart.