two dolphins, two colors, two opposing forces, too forced, contrived and conceived, concepted to becoming, to being, the harmony and balance of the ying and the yang, the growth, death, birth and rebirth, the graying and olding and decaying, the withering and reaping, developing and sowing, but these move in a circle, around a common center, a point in common, with boundaries and shapes there from other sides, where definition is made possible, where a liquid is seen only by its container. but they circle, they have rotational velocity, and there are definite directions each wishes to go, angular momentum, slingshots, bolos, weapons of war and sadness. yet drawn back around, a gravitational pull, a force stronger than the parts, keeps it whole.