The romantic and the cynic are good bed fellows. They understand that they only exist because of the other one. That seems, to both of them anyway, a good basis for a lasting relationship. Since the destruction of clear hierarchies in relationships they have been able to exist in a more openly, flexible and harmonious union. They fluctuate between positions of power, aware that such a thing does exist and denial of it is pointless.

It just rots and it just blooms.

The cynic is all logic, all common sense and lives in reality. The romantic is aware of the false nature of reality, so fails to believe in it. Instead he idealises, dreaming of transcendence, a lose of transience and the eternal. The cynic suitably tempers this, pointing out the fleeting nature of any such experiences. Rather than dampen his enthusiasm it provides a new sense of relative pleasure to the romantic. The cynic is given occasional wings by the romantic, which stop him gravitating inside himself. 

It never stops as it never ends.

The cynic shows him the wall which needs to exist in order for his windows to hold up. The romantic creates the windows which the cynic would not believe in. Architecturally they support each other. It’s a happy union which could last forever. It’s a happy union until it ends.

It only rises if it falls.