It is said that parallel lines meet in infinity.
In one sense, this is a real mind-fucker: Parallel lines by definition do not meet. And "infinity" -- well, who in their right mind could get their mind around that?
Energy -- the same energy that goes into any "paradox." A delighted and sometimes cranky energy which, when relaxed, allows what is sensible to be sensible.
Who says that plus-two and minus-two cannot live in simultaneous harmony in the same apartment?
Who says there is some oil-and-water difference between "hello" and "goodbye" -- that they are not a perfect expression of the same thing using different sounds?
It takes so much energy to prattle about "oneness" and to keep it segregated from "separation."
Maybe that's just how things go -- banging my head against some wall because it feels so good when I stop.