Powerballs

In the extreme the normal dualities the interplay of which create balance both diverge and meet up. It's a paradox. Men are completely without all of the traditionally feminine attributes. Women, similarly, discompnnect from their masculine aspects. So, in a way, they're polarized.

Unnaturally separated from one another. 

But together they inhabit the island of lost souls. And what they've lost is their humanity, in fantasies of dominance and submission. But it all looks exactly the same. Like in a cult. Leaders and followers with lost souls, indistinguishable in their inhumanity. And there's a death wish all around. 

In the absence of balance and humanity everything becomes about power. And it becomes a lottery. Arbitrary as hell. Who gets to have the balls, to be on top, while everything comes unglued.