“This cyclical nature of yin and yang, the opposing forces of change in the universe, mean several things… even though an opposite may not be seen to be present, since one principle produces the other, no phenomenon is completely devoid of its opposite state.” --Richard Hooker
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And so, on a very ordinary night, an extraordinary thing happened. Two sides of one whole pulled each other close from a distance. One side, the lighter side, cast its plea into the night, and the other side, the darker side, perceived. And without knowing why, it responded.
And so did a man named Glen go to a man named Rob. Though the manner of their calling was unusual, when they were together, the two of them did nothing so very much out of the ordinary among human beings. They climbed into a bed and talked for a long time about the things that had kept them divided. There were a few laughs, and a few tears, and gradually, the two halves began to fit themselves back together. There was fear, but it was quickly forgotten in the dark heat of their final joining, the most perfect joining in body and mind that two humans can achieve. After, when they drew a bit apart, they were still unafraid, and as they fell asleep in each other’s arms, each vowed that he never again would be.
Sensing this from a distance was a man who wasn’t quite as ordinary as he appeared.
As he stood there, far away but not too far, he felt the call of the one; felt the movement of the other; and felt the joining of the two, as they became as they had been before.
The man sighed deeply. He knew without needing to be there that his intent to separate them had been thwarted. He also knew that he had other methods he could use to separate them again, but after thinking awhile, grudgingly concluded that there was no point in trying. Their connection was now stronger than ever. Even if he put them on separate television shows, where they might conceivably see one another maybe four or five times a year at the most, they would never really be apart again.
“They weren’t apart to begin with,” spoke his companion. Her voice was gentle but powerful, as she sat calmly embroidering.
“Oh?” The man turned to her. They had been together for far too many years for him to wonder at her ability to read him.
“You only separated them physically. They were constantly in each other’s thoughts. Dark never lost its light, and light never lost its dark.” She looked up from her needlework, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Your manipulation skills are losing their touch, Vince.”
He snorted in response, and left off staring out of the window into the night. Vince McMahon stood in a room in the same city, but in a much nicer hotel, than where the two men he was aware of were now sleeping quietly. His companion was on a rare break from her duties in Connecticut, and was consequently with him. Vince shot one last spiteful glare into the night, toward the hotel room his concentration had been bent upon. His displeasure didn’t register with either man in that room; neither so much as frowned in his sleep.
Vince sighed again, turned, and walked slowly about the room. Finally, he collapsed into a chair near to the one in which his companion sat, still working. He watched her for awhile as she stitched brilliant white shapes onto silky black fabric.
“You won’t try again?” She asked at last.
“No.” He looked at her grumpily. “Why bother?”
She shrugged. “Amusement?”
Vince looked away moodily. “I’m tired of that type of amusement.”
She looked at him again archly, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re getting bored with our games!”
“Ah,” Vince smiled at last. “So, it all comes out. You WERE involved.”
“Of course.” She resumed embroidering.
“You sent the dream, then?”
“I only equaled your own action. Didn’t you send a dream to the other to push him along?”
Vince laughed outright. He looked with affection at his companion. “I could never get anything past you.”
Linda McMahon flashed a grin back at him. “Have the moves we’ve made EVER not cancelled each other out? You’re not learning much as you get older, Vince.”
“You’re not worried about the power between them, then?” He was curious.
She frowned.
“No,” she answered finally. “It’s potent enough to be sure, but it’s entirely confined between them, and dedicated only to their relationship. Neither one is necessarily aware of any special gift; they just know that they’re especially in tune with each other. I don’t think they’ll ever learn to reach beyond themselves.”
“Like we did,” Vince added. He considered that. “You’re right, it’s not likely. Still, I had to make the effort.”
“You always make the effort.” She looked at him fondly. “Whenever you can inflict evil, you do.”
“And you always oppose me,” he replied. He reached out a hand and lightly, lovingly, brushed her cheek. “Whenever you can push the evil back, you do.”
She smiled.
“Naturally.”
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Work is done, then forgotten. Therefore it lasts forever.
--Tao Te Ching
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