'Finally, Zeus had an idea and said: I think I have found a way for men to continue to exist but renounce, once they become weaker, their insolence. Now I will cut them in two, one by one, and thus they will weaken and at the same time, by doubling their number, they will become more useful to us '.
I read these words years ago, in my rebellious teenage period, in Plato's Symposium.
The concept of a soul mate had always left me impassive because it had never happened to me to fall in love with someone before. I felt strong on my own, defiant against any god, and as complete as it was possible to be. I had never thought of anything concerning a "we" or a possible happy future with a wife and children in tow. I had promised myself to be alone, with my job, to have my balls pissed off by so
