I think, in a way, that might be my problem. I am constantly aware of my anima and her constant attempts at escape into the real world, so I never slip into that bliss of love that comes from the projection, that Spark. And I have yet to find it's non-projected equivalent, aka, the real thing. Real butter v.s. I -can't-believe-it's-not-butter. Projection love is a weird substitute for real love, I suppose :P

Thank you by the way :)