«...for when you get in love you are made all over again.
The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it had been made into.
But at the same time, you, in the act of loving somebody, become real,
cease to be part of the continuum of the uncreated clay and get the breath of life in you and rise up.
So you create yourself by creating another person, who, however, has also created you,
picked up the you-chunk of clay out of the mass.
So there are two you's, the one you yourself create by loving
and the one the beloved creates by loving you.
The farther those two you's are apart the more the world grinds and grudges on its axis.
But if you loved and were loved perfectly then there wouldn't be any difference
between the two you's or any distance between them.
They would coincide perfectly, there would be a perfect focus...»
