The coming about of the personal self is, for us, as deep as deep goes - although its much dreaded dissolution could be an almost superficial matter overdetermined by decay of the apparatus. It is ongoing origin on the noetic side and so is not in objectivity but feeling. This means it is composed by bodily states, that it is a figure of bodily energies - a particular dynamic pattern of these energies flowing around a kernel (or coeur) or irreducible singularity - the sort of knot, or not, [noeud (fr.) or Not (De.) = need, distress, misery] nothing in itself, but that can't be straightened or flattened out, that keeps its identity even as the field in which it forms changes shape and orientation. There is a similarity between this and falling in love. Love in this sense being a rigid designation of an other, one that matters so deeply that it defines the very roots of our being, touching regions of motivation that override the instinct for self-preservation. This may not be the case in all our loves but we are fascinated by stories in which it does so because they reflect a truth about love that looks us straight in the heart.