We are made with working pairs. Your right hand got your left. Your left ear got your right. Your right eye got your left. Your left lung got your right.
We work with built-in pairs. A scissor will never be a scissor, it should be scissors even when added with the phrase “a pair”. Trousers or some called jeans will never be a trouser nor a jean, for the right leg needs the left leg, always.
But we are from a single cell. We are run but one mind. We live with a uni-heart. We are made by one God.
In nights like this, when the clock struck past 12 midnight and you have no one but yourself, you will learn best:
with a pair, or without, your home, your only home, is nowhere but inside