What does it mean to be known by another? To be recognized for who one is, warts and all? The good with the bad and everything in between? I think we might be talking about the precondition for love, and about what it means to love another person, about the way we negotiate and make meaning with another, possibly forging a connection that can be deeply stabilizing to our sense of self. Recognition is one of those ideas that captures something simple about what all of us need,