A juxtaposition: two things placed next to each other.
I -love- weird, ironic, or amusing juxtapositions.
Or juxtapositions that are beautiful through complementing or contrasting each-other… like two writers from different centuries who come to the same conclusion—but with language or stories that differ wildly… or like two images that seem to do nothing but contrast with each-other until you stare at them for a time.
The nervous agitation of Alexey Alexandrovitch kept increasing, and had by now reached such a point that he ceased to struggle with it. He suddenly felt that what he had regarded as nervous agitation was on the contrary a blissful spiritual condition that gave him all at once a new happiness he had never known. He did not think that the Christian law that he had been all his life trying to follow, enjoined on him to forgive and love his enemies; but a glad feeling of love and forgiveness for his enemies filled his heart. He knelt down, and laying his head in the curve of her arm, which burned him as with fire through the sleeve, he sobbed like a little child…
—“Anna Karenina,” Tolstoy
“'Cause all religion / Ever made of me
Was just a sinner / With a stone tied to my feet.
It never set me free, it's gotta be…
More like falling in love / Than something to believe in,
More like losing my heart / Than giving my allegiance.”
—“More like Falling in Love,” Jason Gray