The universe is our refuge, as is the certainty that we are two. Each remote from the other, we are kept alive by means of this insuperable gap.
Nothing can ever fill it. Is it because I do not know you that I know that you are? How do I protect without restraining? You remain a mystery to me. Our alliance will always involve a mystery.
Such is the union between woman and man. I want to live in harmony with you and still remain other.
I want to draw nearer to you while protecting myself for you. In which part of myself do I preserve you?
In which breath? How do I remain without suffocating?
How do I make earth out of air, and protect the cloud in me?
Neither mine nor yours but each living and breathing with the other. What makes me one, and perhaps unique, is the fact that you are,
and I am not you.
All text is from the Prologue of To Be Two by Luce Irigaray (abbreviated )