Oh, the twoness of it all!
Yang
And Yin!
It had, at any rate, seemed to mean something at the time.
If alcohol opened Morey’s eyes to the fact that there was a twoness, perhaps alcohol was what he needed. For there was.
Call it a dichotomy, if the word seems more couth. A kind of two-pronged struggle, the struggle of two unwearying runners in an immortal race. There is the refrigerator inside the house. The cold air, the bubble of heated air that is the house, the bubble of cooled air that is the refrigerator, the momentary bubble of heated air that defrosts it. Call the heat Yang, if you will. Call the cold Yin. Yang overtakes Yin. Then Yin passes Yang. Then Yang passes Yin. Then-Give them other names. Call Yin a mouth; call Yang a hand.
If the hand rests, the mouth will starve. If the mouth stops, the hand will die. The hand, Yang, moves faster.
Yin may not lag behind.
Then call Yang a robot.
And remember that a pipeline has two ends.