My dear,

We are fine as is. But we are not whole.

We can last like this, we can walk like, and we can live like this, but we are whole.

We are divine beings that walk the earth, we call ourselves Man. We are unwhole angels, we call ourselves Man. We are walking puzzle pieces, unwhole and looking for our counterparts… we call ourselves Man.

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Till then, we’ll call ourselves Man.

Falsely yours,
Titus Lucretius Carus