Your heart is ever roamingAnd mine is never homeYin and yangAnd boomerangBut I rule upon where you're goingAnd you judge me where I'm from. You see all people as oneAnd I see each completes the wholeYin and yangAnd boomerangBut you sneer at my divineAnd I told you that you're cold. Yin and yang and boomerangKindred heart drift apart. - Mahibadhoo, Maldives I guess opposites do attract. But sticking is a different matter. I learned this most poignantly in a year of choices and a pace just out of step - like for two dancers hearing the same song but at a slightly different beat. Yin and Yang. A familiar symbol, one chasing the tail of the other in a perfect, eternal circle. But it makes perfect sense only after they fit together - whole and coding the whole worlds. Do you never wonder what it took for the opposites to fuse? Perhaps tempered as in a forge. Likely much patience, curiosity? Creativity-not-giving-up. Vision, perhaps. Or a yearning, desire. Time - but not idle time. Not quick and easy. And not for those who have yet to own who they are - and no longer seek it from the mirror of another. So that's why - that's why - most people go for sameness. For peas-in-a-pod. And what will I do, what will I do, contrary-do? Why do I have the feeling that, I will go the hard labour route? and Boomerang. If that's so, then I might as well pay attention and catch the next one in better stride. Perhaps win the impossible love story. Besides, it's not healthy to be unprepared when a boomerang is heading for you.