Conjoined Twins

One can exist by itself, but the oth­er can’t. But exis­tence of the oth­er helps one.

One comes first, the oth­er comes lat­ter. But the oth­er gives birth to one again.

One is nec­es­sar­i­ly pri­vate, the oth­er is typ­i­cal­ly pub­lic. The oth­er also gives birth to one in oth­ers.

One is some­times mud­dled and con­fused. The oth­er comes to the res­cue.

One can’t com­mu­ni­cate, the oth­er can.

One can’t make mon­ey, the oth­er can.

One can nev­er lie, the oth­er can.

One is form­less, the oth­er depends on form.

One is auto­mat­ic and effort­less, the oth­er requires con­scious effort.

One’s beau­ty can only be revealed by the oth­er.

When one is in the dri­ving seat, the oth­er fol­lows. Great things hap­pen when the oth­er dri­ves one.

One is always naked, the oth­er often dressed up.

One is infi­nite in space, has no bound­aries, and is tran­sient. The oth­er is finite in space, but time­less.

One is think­ing, the oth­er, writ­ing.

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