The Mirror Has Two Faces Page #3

hair in jealousy. It was perfect ...

We've got three feminine archetypes:

The divine whore, Medusa -

and me. What archetype am I?

- The Virgin Mary?

- Thanks a lot, Trevor.

No, the faithful handmaiden. Always

the bridesmaid, never the bride.

It proves what Jung said all along.

Myths and archetypes are alive

and well and living in my apartment.

As I stood beside the altar beside

my sister and her husband to be, -

- it struck me that this ritual,

a wedding ceremony, -

- is the last scene of a fairy tale.

They never say what happens after.

That Cinderella drove the prince mad

by obsessively cleaning the castle.

They don't say what happens after

because there is no after.

The be-all and end-all

of romantic love was ... Mike?

- Sex?

- You have sex on the brain.

- Marriage.

- But it wasn't always like that.

The 12th century had "courtly love",

which had nothing to do with sex.

The relationship between a knight

and a married lady of the court ...

And so they could never

consummate their love.

They rose above "going to the toilet

in front of each other" love, -

- and went after

something more divine.

They took sex out of the equation,

leaving them with a union of souls.

Think of this. Sex was always

the fatal love potion.

Look at the literature of the time.

All consummation could lead to was

madness, despair or death.

Experts, scholars and my Aunt Esther

are united in one belief:

True love has spiritual dimensions,

while romantic love is a lie.

A myth. A soulless manipulation.

And speaking of manipulation ...

It's like going to the movies

and seeing the lovers kiss ...

The music swells,

and we buy it, right?

So when my date kisses me, and I

don't hear strings, I dump him.

The question is,

why do we buy it?

Because, myth or manipulation,

we all want to fall in love.

That experience makes us feel

completely alive.

Our everyday reality is shattered,

and we are flung into the heavens.

It may only last a moment, an hour,

but that doesn't diminish its value.

We're left with memories we

treasure for the rest of our lives.

I read, "When we fall in love,

we hear Puccini in our heads."

I love that. His music expresses our

need for passion and romantic love.

We listen to La Boheme or Turandot,

or read Wuthering Heights, -

- or watch Casablanca, and a little

of that love lives in us too.

So the final question is:

Why do people want to fall in love -

- when it can have such a short run

and be so painful?

- Propagation of the species?

- We need to connect with somebody.

- Are we culturally preconditioned?

- Good, but too intellectual for me.

I think it's because,

as some of you may already know ...

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