Plato had an idea that somewhere in the universe, on some spiritual plane, every single thing that ever existed either had a mate that it was trying to reconnect with, or a perfect form of itself that the object would like to become. Something like teacup-ness, or white-sidewall-tire-ness.
Does that make sense?
Well, here's Plato's bullshit-ness, and it's awesome:
This is a news website article about a scientific paper
Couldn't resist passing this along. Hope you like.