To know someone, to think you know someone, is always an indefinite regression into the past. When this is particularly acute we hear it said, "It was as if I'd always known her." But the past referred to here is not exactly the historical past, it is a kind of essential past. If you remember by saying, "Oh, I know you, we did such and such together", and then wonder, "but how did we recognise each other before that?", you'd have to answer something like, "we were members of each other in the pleroma". How can this have any reality? The evidence against it seems not hard to find, but does hatred, indifference, alienation, or mere haphazard constitute such evidence? If you projected that fulness into division, into space and time, isn't this world exactly what you'd expect? To look into an other's face is to touch on something outside of time, a prior one-ness, located in a direction perpendicular to the four of space and time. Our dealings with each other are so fascinating because they play against this more or less distant background.