Yin and Yang

I feel both pity and spite for the world in the same thought.
I see both love and hatred as the world is in the same revolution.
I hear both pleasure and pain from the world on the same whisper.
I smell both joy and fear in the world from the same breeze.
I taste both sweat and blood with the world from the same gesture.
I am both essential and irrelevant to the world in the same breath.