“Where love has a place in a world of perfection, then to see oneself as imperfect would never mean to place love upon the self. One looks into a mirror, one sees obviousness. One sees what one has seen, yesterday. Though, to see another; that poses a risk. Love makes the imperfection, a perfection. Therefore, there cannot be any existence of ‘self-love’ through only the need to ‘accept imperfections’. One can only become perfect, through the love from another. It is the state of completion, over being incomplete. Love fills the void, as it is said. Therefore, to be in love with the self, is to remain imperfect, and never be complete. To see oneself as perfect, flawless, fearless, makes one arrogant and the direct and polar opposite from the loving and empathetic one, as the resentful and narcissistic one.
What, I wonder, were the first humans doing upon this Earth? They were exploring, looking for uncharted land, and most of all, they were looking for other humans.”