Something about the fact that Eros and Psyche's story is basically about Love being a victim of his own weapon and falling in love with the Soul and the Soul falling in love with Love, and how they're both flawed because the Soul is insanely beautiful but wants to reach places it shouldn't, and Love is just as gorgeously tender as it is petty and cruel and always wears a mask, never shows its true face, not even to the Soul. The Soul needs to suffer in order to be united with Love, and most importantly, it cannot do it alone. It needs help, compassion, someone who comforts and sustains it during its trials. And when Love and the Soul are finally reunited, no more suffering is generated from their union, only Delight











