so when this god brings forth out of the realm of dreams and visions , one who is a persons other half , yet is no dream but a flesh and blood , imperfect , excruciating , discomfiting human being : then perhaps marriage is a matter of being shocked by ones own image reflected back - the sound of ones own imperfect voice speaks in answer to the call , in a troubling echo - i , as broken as i am , see myself in you , as broken as you are , and yet i love you .