Life was alone, no name, no memory. It had hands, but no one to
touch. It had a tongue, but no one to talk to. Life was one, and one was
none.
Then desire drew his bow. The arrow of desire split life down the
middle, and life was two.
When they caught sight of each other, they laughed. When they touched each other,
they laughed again.
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