"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."
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