Moonlight shines upon the guilty and innocent alike

The sky tore its veil wide open, gasping, at the severe penalty of the accursed weather condition. 'I must not weep,' it cries. 'This pity party is never my most appealing trait.' Therefore he gave way for the ground to mature and thus making progress at the marvel of the greens. He stood on top overseeing the bounties its children may yet offer at the behest of the moon whose mischievous master ever burns brightly at the break of day. It gave way for life to flourish thus organisms began to roam the earth. Different species abound immediately at the development caused by the sky, and his pride bloomed even moreso, drawing more air into its cloudy bodies and helped sustained the new world around it. Like a nurturing mother whose task was to manifest love, it sparks its potential, hearken to their pious needs, and punishment for their indiscretions. Long lived harmony and prosperity. Burning for a reason to thrill, the sky willed itself to aim more higher in its desire to govern. Life was simply simple and challenge was what it demanded, mandated, fulfilled. 

It then bore the very first man and gave it a tenth of its wisdom for a slim fighting chance to stand against it. This underestimation proved to be fatal, as the man immediately understood the concept of survival. Pitted against defying odds, he would reign supreme amongst all creations, beasts and greens alike, and used this advantage against the sky. It was this that man learned how to craft his own soul. The same soul mirrored from the image of wisdom given to one's character. He would feed off it to master its strength, rivalling only the sky in return. Enough to tear it in half at the biggest battle of mankind, dividing everything into halves.

Out of the madness juxtaposition was born.  Black and white. Day and night.

Man and woman.