We know. We know it all.

No matter how clever you think you are, there will always be somebody who will turn your reason upside-down. The most lucid thought that you've got beneath your hat is an enigma to them and there's no changing that.
You're not wrong and they're not correct; you're simply on different planets.
Comprende?
At this point you've perhaps construed the fact that I'm engaged in the most philosophical of pursuits, and one of the oldest.
Man and Woman.
They go together like ribs and body-blows. No biblical pun intended...
It is here that I cannot help but surmise, now, the possibility that some men are women, and that some women are men; kinda like 'body-snatchers' style madness.
It all adds up. Could they all be so dilluded into believing that none of this matters; and, who are they? Could it be that we are they, and that we haven't given one another the time of day for the span of Mayan years and years?
The idea of men and women being some sort of separate species is ludicrous.
That sounds, to me, like a weak-ass disclaimer that might've been put into place in order to keep people from feeling obligated to understand our other halves. We are not different species, we are part of an equation; it is our obligation to struggle toward the conclusion without assuming the conclusion.
It seems to me that all has become more fluid as the world advances; the colors have bled together and nothing is as it was and nothing will ever be the same.