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There is a fantasy that haunts us—the fantasy of the unified self.
We imagine that somewhere beneath all our contradictions, all our competing desires and impulses, there exists a coherent “I” pulling the strings.
It is difficult to find a soul mate, isn’t it?

Especially if you live under the impression that there is a person (someone somewhere) who is just perfect for you. Or maybe you have the illusion that even if he/she is not exactly perfect you will love her/him so strongly all the time, that it will not mater.