"For what is the beloved?
"She is that which I myself am not.
"In the act of love, I am pure male, and she is pure female.
"She is she, and I am I, and clasped together with her, I know how perfectly she is not me, how perfectly I am not her,
"how utterly we are two, the light and the darkness,
"and how infinitely and eternally,
"not-to-be comprehended by either of us
"is the surpassing One we make." ~ -D.H. Lawrence