We don’t need to be fractured in order to know the whole (good, beautiful, true) (being fractured is an illusion if there is no whole), but unless we were allowed to fracture (choose other than whole), the whole would be other-than-whole, because a) self=other love, or wholeness, is not love without demonstration, b) self=other love, or wholeness, must be chosen freely (could have chosen otherwise, but doesn’t), therefore, self=other love, or wholeness, gives space for the other to choose either wholeness or other-than-wholeness. The choice had to be there in order for self=other to be a viable option, but choosing or knowing other-than-wholeness is impossible without prior wholeness—unfragmentable. Unbreakable. In the end… the fractures we think we know are all mended.
Of course the wholeness we think we know now is nothing compared to the wholeness we will see when all the fractures are repaired. I imagine God in his immanence suffers with us, but in his transtemporality sees the joy already (always).