'It is a world that is made of love. Did you think there is only the kind of love your sister knows for her husband? Did you think there must be here, a man with whiskers, and over here, a lady in a gown? Haven't I said, there are no whiskers and gowns where spirits are? And what will your sister do if her husband should die, and she should take another? Who will she fly to then, when she has crossed the spheres? For she will fly to someone, we will all fly to someone, we will all return to that piece of shining matter from which our souls were torn with another, two halves of the same. It may be that the husband your sister has now has that other soul, that has the affinity with her soul--I hope it is. But it may be the next man she takes, or it may be neither. It may be someone she would never think to look to on earth, someone kept from her by some false boundary...'

It strikes me now, what an extraordinary conversation this was for us to be having--with the gate fastened on us and Mrs Jelf patrolling by it, and the coughs and the grumbles and the sighs of three hundred women all about us, and the rattling of bolts and keys. But with Selina's green eyes upon me, I did not think of it. I looked only at her, heard her voice only; and when I spoke at last, it was to ask her this: 'How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers is near it?'

She answered, 'She will know. Does she look for air, before she breathes it? This love will be guided to her; and when it comes, she will know. And she will do anything to keep that love about her, then. Because to lose it will be like a death to her.'



----------------
ahh.. talk about soulmates. to the nth power.