There are not only one, nor two, but three balances upon this world, each shalt falter without each other. Skies forbid that harsh sun passes! Suns forbid that night is a vortex! Stars forbid that the skies cover away their brilliance! Oh, how all they loathe each other! But alas, they do not exist without each other, they are as brothers sometimes fight, but they all do not exist without each other. Oy! What a stalemate, yet such a powerful balance!