Someone got here today by searching “politics spirituality soulmate.”
Briefly, what we can tell you is this: ancient Greek thought in certain schools posited the idea of the soulmate as that broken-off piece of you that, when beheld by you, brought you into wholeness and lifted you and your beloved to a beatific vision of the Divine, or of the Ideal Forms. Notes Plato in The Symposium:
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
Recently, I saw a headline that said growing up was basically about realizing three things: there are no soulmates, there are no grown-ups, and it’s okay to not like jazz.
In either case, we’re left to wonder if it’s better to have or to hold in tension, and to make wild guesses about where art comes from. These things are all related, they all feel informed.