I have decided that is what I am going to call this phenomenon. It is a logical love that makes one realize on a deep-rooted level that "self" and "other" are one-&-the-same.
Light and dark are both necessary as light cannot exist without darkness, our corruption is what makes either of these ideas evil. Things are meant to fall apart just as they are meant to be fixed. I am now grateful for my falling apart into darkness, for I have now been given a torch to help others out of theirs.
Because of tending to the roots of my past, I now understand what I truly desire for my future; because of this my past and future are of one accord in the present. I am as both a student and a teacher; a wise ancient, and a yearning youth.
I have been given a paint brush, and a blank canvas; as for the pallete, that'll depend on the colour of my soul in the given moment.