Love is communion with identity, but positional identity, the identity of the cogito, is equated with separation. Hence such notions as 'thrownness' which come to seem axiomatic for human reality. The world seems to consist of fragments each of which contains some part of the self but which cannot be put together. The seeking is endless and doomed to frustration. Synthesis, the reversal of dispersion, is at best temporary and illusory, but this is only so because understanding is framed by separation. This primal separation is taken to be metaphysical but is in fact affective and hence reversible, but not in any way that can be understood. We are haunted by images and metaphors for this process but we cannot believe it to be real, since it would do away with the seeker.