# Of One Soul, Divided and Returned - Link: https://legawa.com/something-else/of-one-soul-divided-and-returned/ - Published: 2026-06-05T08:39:42+07:00 - Author: Cahya Prompt tulisan harian Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not? [Lihat semua tanggapan](https://wordpress.com/tag/dailyprompt-2783?locale=id) --- ### _A Philosophical Storybook on the Question of Soulmates_ --- ## Prologue: The Question Before the Question Before we ask _does a soulmate exist_, we must ask something quieter, something more unsettling: _What is a soul?_ For if we do not know what a soul is, how shall we know when it has found its other? Sit with this. Let the question breathe. The philosophers of ten thousand years have sat exactly here — cross-legged at the edge of the same mystery — and what they left behind is not an answer, but something more luminous: a map of the ways a human heart has tried to understand its own longing. --- ## I. The Wound at the Beginning of Time — _Ancient Greece_ In Athens, at a banquet drunk on wine and wonder, a comic playwright named **Aristophanes** was given the floor. But what he said was not comedy. It was the oldest grief. In the beginning, he told them, humans were whole. We were round creatures — four arms, four legs, two faces looking outward in opposite directions, rolling through the world in perfect completion. We were so complete, so powerful, that we threatened the gods themselves. And so Zeus, in jealous fear, split us. _“Ἔτεμεν δὲ δίχα ἕκαστον.”_ _“He cut each one in two.”_ — Plato, _Symposium_, ~385 BCE From that wound, love was born. Not as celebration, but as remembrance. Every human being, said Aristophanes, spends their entire life searching for the other half that was taken from them. When two people embrace, they are not merely touching — they are two severed halves pressing the scar of their ancient division against each other, trying to remember wholeness. This is the founding myth of the Western soulmate. A soul that existed whole, was broken, and now searches. _Love, by this telling, is the memory of a wound._ --- ## II. The Reed and the Reed Bed — _Persia, the Sufi Heart_ Half a world and a thousand years away, in the Persian tongue of Rumi, the same grief was singing itself differently. _“بشنو این نی چون شکایت می‌کند”_ _“Listen to this reed, how it tells a tale of separation.”_— Jalāl ad-Dīn Rumi, _Masnavi_, Book I, ~1258 CE The reed flute weeps because it was cut from the reed bed. And every note it plays is not music — it is longing. It is the sound a soul makes when it is separated from its origin. But notice: Rumi does not say the reed must find _another reed_. He says the reed weeps for the **reed bed** — for _origin_ itself. The Sufi tradition understood the soulmate not merely as another person, but as the divine ground from which all souls grew. _“آتش عشق است کاندر نی فتاد”_ _“It is the fire of love that has fallen into the reed.”_ This is the Sufi inversion of the Western myth: you do not merely search for a person. You search for _God in a person_. The soulmate is the face through which the Beloved— _al-Mahbub_ — looks back at you. **Ibn Arabi**, that vast ocean of Andalusian mysticism writing in Arabic, went further still. He wrote in his _Fuṣūṣ al-Ḥikam_ that the truest love is not love between two limited beings — it is the Absolute loving itself through the mirror of creation. Every lover, by this reckoning, is God gazing at God through eyes of flesh. _Wahdatul Wujud_ — the Unity of Being. In love, the illusion of separation trembles. --- ## III. The Half-Made God — _India, the Vedantic Shore_ On the banks of the Ganges, the question was answered before it was asked. Look at **Ardhanarishvara** — the great image carved in stone across ten thousand temples. Shiva and his consort Parvati, not standing beside each other, but _merged_: one body, half masculine, half feminine, each incomplete without the other, together forming the totality of divine being. The ancient _Brihadaranyaka Upanishad_ tells the primal story: _“तदात्मानं द्वेधापातयत् — ततः पतिश्च पत्नी चाभवताम्।”_ _“He divided himself in two — from that, husband and wife were born.”_ — _Brihadaranyaka Upanishad_, ~700 BCE The Atman — the universal soul — split itself not out of punishment, but out of desire. _It was alone, and it was afraid._ And out of that aloneness came love. The self longed for the other self so deeply that it _became_ the other self. This is perhaps the most tender cosmology of all: the universe did not break us as punishment. It broke itself because it wanted to know love — and love requires two. --- ## IV. The Empty Altar Before the Flame Is Lit — _The Classical East: China, Japan_ And now we arrive at the paradox that lives in our’s question — the one the East has held in patience while the West has searched in passion. In the **Confucian** understanding of _lǐ_ (禮) — the moral fabric of relationships— marriage was not the conclusion of love. It was the beginning of the _practice_ of love. Where the West built a cathedral and then invited God to enter, the East built the altar first. And waited. _“知之者不如好之者，好之者不如乐之者。”_ _“To know it is not as good as to love it; to love it is not as good as to delight in it.”_ — Confucius, _Analects_ VI: 18 In the classical Chinese imagination, 緣分 _(yuánfèn)_ — the cosmic thread of predestined connection — was not something you _found_. It was something you _cultivated_. The Japanese speak of 赤い糸, _akai ito_, the red thread of fate, tied invisibly between two people who are destined to meet. But meeting is only the beginning of the thread being woven into cloth. Two people married by arrangement were not strangers bound by law. They were _seeds planted in the same soil_. Love was not the condition for planting. Love was what _grew_. A husband and wife in the classical East became soulmates not by discovery, but by _construction_. Every morning they rose together. Every silence they learned to read. Every grief they carried in the same hands. And one day — not at the beginning, but perhaps twenty years deep, perhaps thirty — one of them looked at the other across a table and realized: _I would not recognize myself without you._ _That_ was the moment of soulmate recognition. Not at first sight. At deep sight. Is this less romantic? Or is it more profound? The Western soulmate is found. The Eastern soulmate is _made_ — grown like a bonsai, shaped over decades, as much creation as discovery. --- ## V. The I and the Thou — _Modern West, Martin Buber_ In 1923, a Jewish philosopher named **Martin Buber** wrote a small, devastating book in German. _“Alles wirkliche Leben ist Begegnung.”_ _“All real life is meeting.”_ — Martin Buber, _Ich und Du (I and Thou)_, 1923 Buber saw two kinds of relationship. In the _I-It_ relation, we treat others as objects — useful, categorized, possessed. In the _I-Thou_ relation, we meet another being in their full, irreducible personhood. And for one luminous moment, the boundary between self and other dissolves. The _I-Thou_ moment cannot be manufactured. It cannot be forced. It arrives like grace and departs like morning mist. But while it lasts, two souls genuinely _encounter_ each other — not their projections, not their desires, but each other. Perhaps, then, this is what the soulmate actually is — not a person who is cosmically assigned to you, but a person with whom you have managed, against all the odds of selfishness and fear, to achieve a _genuine I-Thou encounter_ — and kept it alive. --- ## VI. The Tao That Cannot Be Named — _The Taoist Stillness_ **Laozi** would have smiled at all of this searching. _“为学日益，为道日损。”_ _“In pursuit of learning, every day something is added. In pursuit of the Tao, every day something is dropped.”_ — Laozi, _Tao Te Ching_, Ch. 48 The Taoist does not search for a soulmate. The Taoist becomes still enough that the soulmate can arrive. Yin and Yang do not _seek_ each other — they _complete_ each other, naturally, the way water fills the shape of whatever holds it. The Tao Te Ching says of love what it says of all things: _“曲則全。”_ _“Yield and become whole.”_ Perhaps the deepest union is not the union of two searching halves. It is the union of two people who have each learned to be still — and in their stillness, they find that they are already, have always been, facing each other. --- ## VII. The Buddhist Paradox — _No-Self, Meeting No-Self_ **The Buddha** would have dismantled the question entirely — and in dismantling it, revealed something more beautiful. _“sabbe dhammā anattā”_ — _all things are without self._ — _Dhammapada_, Verse 279 If there is no fixed, permanent self, then who is searching for whom? The soulmate myth presupposes two solid, unchanging selves destined to find each other. But Buddhism teaches that the self is a river, not a stone — always moving, always changing, always arising in relation to everything around it. And yet — here is the Buddhist tenderness — the concept of _pratītyasamutpāda_, dependent co-origination, teaches that nothing arises alone. Every thing arises _in relation to_ something else. You are, in part, _made by_ everyone you love. By this view, a soulmate is not someone you find across a cosmic distance. A soulmate is someone whose presence has so profoundly shaped your arising — so deeply co-created who you are — that their absence would make you a different person entirely. The river bends around a particular stone for so long that when the stone is gone, the river still holds the shape of the bend. _That stone. That shape. That is what a soulmate leaves behind._ --- ## VIII. The Poet Who Held Both — _Rabindranath Tagore_ In Bengal, at the turn of the twentieth century, **Rabindranath Tagore** wrote this: _“আমার সোনার বাংলা, আমি তোমায় ভালোবাসি।”_ And separately, more intimately: _“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high…”_ But his most devastating wisdom on love was this — that the beloved is not a destination. The beloved is a _direction_. Love does not conclude. It deepens. A soulmate is not someone who completes you. They are someone in whose presence you keep _becoming_. --- ## Epilogue: Two Paths Up the Same Mountain So. Does a soulmate exist? Both paths are true. Both are incomplete alone. The **Western path** trusts the lightning — the recognition, the falling, the sudden knowing. There is something holy in this. The heart is smarter than it is given credit for. Sometimes a soul _does_ recognize something in another soul before the mind has any language for it. The **Eastern path** trusts the cultivation — the patience, the growing, the slow revelation. There is something equally holy in this. Love is not only discovered; it is _built_, the way a house is built, the way a language is learned, with daily attention and lifelong practice. Perhaps the soulmate is not a person you find, and not a person you make — but a person with whom you are always _in the act of both_. --- You meet them. Or you are bound to them. And then — whether first or last — love begins to teach you who you are. _And in the learning,_ _two become one,_ _without either disappearing._ --- _This is what Plato called eros. What Rumi called longing. What the Upanishads called the Atman meeting itself. What Confucius called practice. What Buber called encounter. What Buddha called arising-together. What Laozi called yielding into wholeness. What Tagore simply called—_ **home.** --- > _“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”_ — Goethe, _Faust_ > _“تو مرا جان و جهانی، چه کنم جان بی تو؟”_ _“You are my soul and my world — what > would I do with a soul without you?”_ — Hafez of Shiraz > _“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.”_ — Rumi --- _Written in the manner of those who have asked this question across ten thousand years, and found that the asking itself is a kind of answer._