One Flesh

From a single essence, being is split. Like the shaping of day from night from nothing, the one thing is now two. But it is as though the two things long for unity. Nothing else satisfies. The essence of every other being pales. Nothing else can satisfy.

The night precedes the day, the day chases after and overtakes the night. Two beings from what was once only one. Woman and her man. Man and his woman. The original and eternal longing for community.

Know in the other, the God you know to be within.