There is something to be said about unity. For one, there is great fragility to that which has been claimed “unified;” being that the very word suggests that it once was of many parts. But the bringing together of many parts in itself is always a great tale. And as with any great tale, there is want, for there is loss. And as with any great tale, there is beginning, and there is resolution. And as with any great tale, there is most certainly transcendence, which lay between all of these things.
Then there, in our sphere of insight, between two poles, we declare unity. It is a word existent only within the present.