Love sinks its roots into human existence. Exactly there, in the subconscious. There where opposites unite, where the border between sickness and wholeness becomes ephemeral, where the ability to judge disappears, where we can – and must – seek the origins of our dissatisfaction with life, of our nostalgia, solitude, our desire for wholeness and perfection. There where we find the origin of human suffering and, in the end, the meaning of life, the infinite, the starting point.