"I marveled that other people could live, since he whom I loved, as if he should never die, was dead; and I wondered yet more that myself, who was to him a second self, could live, if he were. As his friend said "Thou half of my soul"; for I felt that my soul and his soul were "one soul in two bodies": and therefore life to me was horrible, because I hated to live as half a person. And therefore perhaps I feared to die, for if I did... he whom I had loved greatly should die completely." ~Augustine