Here's a little message found floating in a bottle.
It drifted down the ages, all the way from Aristotle.
It bobbed by our buddy, Buddha, who never heard of the big bang,
But that wise old Buddha knew--where there's yin there's always yang.
Everything is made of opposites.
From great big blobs,
To little bitty bits.
Without a bond to make them stay
All our parts would fly away.
Every change must have two opposites
That push and pull,
And give each other fits.
For each act some things react--
Said Sir Isaac, it's a fact.
The new side pushes against the old.
That's the way changes do unfold.
If you give a push, something pushes back.
Sometimes you retreat, sometimes you attack.
So by now perhaps you understand
There is no way to clap with just one hand.
Whether you stand or you simply sit,
Whether you're cool or a bit misfit,
Whether you try or you say, I quit!
Everything must have its opposite.