I’m now pretty much convinced that, contrary to cherished
belief, love and sex are not in any way connected. I think it more than likely
that the concept was established disingenuously by the Puritans to justify the sin
which was unavoidable, promoted hopefully by the Victorians to ameliorate their
sense of guilt, and taken enthusiastically to the bosom of subsequent
generations of parents in an attempt to minimise the excruciating sense of embarrassment
when explaining certain fundamental matters to their offspring.
I offer the suggestion that love is something rarefied and
indefinable which has its root in the higher mind, while sex is – at least to
most people – a simple biological imperative driven by the Id.
(Ah, but I could go on to suggest that sex can rightly be
aligned with principles which fall into the fields of mysticism and spirituality.
Imagine how difficult that would be to
explain. Should I try? No. There are plenty of books on the subject and my
attention span is far too short.)
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