2001-10-19 - 10:04 p.m.
I believe in mutualism and symbiosis;
Scratch my back and I'll tickle your toes.
Egyptian plovers and crocodiles;
Artist and Muse.
If only we were mutually and equally interdependent,
There would have been no need for the tiring power play.
Neither of us would have been the weaker/stronger one,
Neither constantly at the receiving/giving end.
I wondered then who suffered more,
Confused about the theoretical associations between giving-powerful and receiving-helpless.
Who held the reins?
Who tugged harder?
Did it boil down to the one with the brute strength,
Decimating all possibilities with the loudest dictatorial voice.
Was silence a virtue of resilience;
And resilience a virtue of love.
Who was emphatic,
Who was self-sympathetic?
Rhetorical questions I wished I didn't answer so quickly,
But post-mortems always make it so easy.
