Out of the Milky Way

there are two kinds of people. i will tell you about them.

but first, why?
why always two?
why north south heaven hell yin yang black white good bad
(etc. you get the picture.)

so is the dualistic nature of our existence inescapable or are we just lazy & perspective-limited?
is it just easier to stuff the world into little boxes labeled mine and yours than it is to acknowledge infinity?
and what if
what if we traveled beyond that thin, slippery reel of film we call reality?
what then?