Left and right, two arms, what’s behind, one brain. Left and right, two play, what’s behind, one game. Left and right, too emotive, what’s behind, one horizon. Rain decides where to fall, not where we decide to hide. If united we accept each drop, it is no longer one arm getting wet, it’s a brain shedding tears. If you play and cheat to win, it is no longer a game, deceit slowly creeps into our home. If you are under your shower but believe it is rain, emotion that comes from that narrative is false, falsity that isn’t seen. Run for cover, bang on glass, sense how the Earth is home. There’s no other delight but ours, don’t spend emotion on dimes that tell you go right, go left, it's art or science, my way, there's no other way. Collect yourself, not the dimes. Let the spear of truth puncture what’s in front so what’s behind can be seen as it is, transparent. Even if when you hit your heart with the past, take refuge in it by learning from firm mistakes that seem unshakeable facts. There's art in science, science in art, enact the exact balance. Without perfection, sit closest to it as possible, ask to dance.