"Love is simply the name for desire and pursuit of the whole." - Plato, The Symposium

Ancient Greeks believed humans once had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces.

We were happy. Complete. So complete that the gods, fearing our wholeness would quell our need for worship, cleaved us in two... leaving our split selves to wander the earth in misery. Forever longing. Longing for the other half of our soul. It is said that when one half finds its other, there's an unspoken understanding. A unity. And each would know no greater joy than this.

Of course, the ancient Greeks never went to high school.

(Intro of "half of it")