Two. What a strange little word. Born out of “twa” and “zwei” and “duo.” But pronounced as “too.” You…and you too. One more than one. Not that there’s anything wrong with one. The lone wolf. A solitary oak. One roadrunner. The sun. One is the number expressing unity. Forming a whole. Undivided. After all, it takes one to get to two. There’s no way around it. Some twos stay two forever. Two Inca doves. Two red birds. Two swans. Two ...