I’ve been thinking about binary opposites a lot lately, it’s strange the thoughts that occur to one whist tying shoelaces or waiting for a kettle to boil. Anyway, there is that old cliché ‘opposites attract’ like magnetic fields that find one another amongst a cacophony of others, two uniquely opposite fields gravitate toward each other, and hopefully meet at some point. The irony in this exponential…
Let me try to explain: I know that I’m a woman because of the existence of men, if men did not exist, then I would not need to define myself differentially because I would be the norm. Therefore, it’s easy assume that one is defined by one’s other, and yet, we cannot look at ourselves in such limited terms… I am not only a woman, I am a writer, a thinker, a person who loves tomatoes, books and listening to running water, I’m more than an opposite. But if opposites attract, then does that mean that my opposite is uniquely opposite to my every trait?
It’s a bleak thought, a needle in a haystack of 5 billion…
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