Gender; exists like spin, where nothing is spinning.
Ever hear of the Big Bang? Well, scrap that. Picture a metronome; and all that happened in the beginning, is that it started. Tick-Tock; the sum of everything but the beating of the clock, and that is ho the universe counts: by the deuce.
We go: 1, 2, 3, 4... unless we're fringe, then we go 0, 1, 2, 3, 4... But the universe goes 2, 2, 2, 2, 2... and it's not quite a 1 + 1 kinda 2, it's a yin/yang kinda 2.
And it is a function of conservation, gender. Take this bucket, and that ocean; how many buckets does it take to empty the sea? Well, two. I fill this bucket; and divide the seas into what I can hold, and everything else. And that's a manly concept - what I can hold - what I can utilize - what I can conquer. And the shape of these patterns overlay in such a manner that functions of a feather flock together. Particle and wave, artist and agent, media and immediate...
Well, it's that or the multiverse; and there's just something - unappealing to my mind, all these extraneous universes just to fill our own. Think of it this way (and I'm a guy named ellen), will I ever understand the female drive? Hell, no! The hope of the universe! That I know not woman, the unknown is knowable. How so? Consider: thirteen point seven billion years of particle/wave interaction and action; quark-gluon plasma to gravitational dust, to star upon star upon star - three generations - to produce the essence of our essence... and how quickly do we undo all that has been done?
What's beyond the universe? What is before the Big Bang?
Nieman Marcus?
Exactly.