Erica paused as if she was searching for words. " In my dream the villagers approached the sexual dimension within this framework," she said. "In the animal world, sex is for procreation, period. But we are human beings. We can uplift any idea to a higher level by recognizing associated principles that the eye cannot see. We see a unique beauty in our diversity, a lot of which is sexually defined. We cherish that beauty, enrich it and embrace it, and in this framework of enriching and embracing, our love becomes defined. With this discovered principle of enriching and embracing the elements of beauty that define our world, we enrich our lives. And with it we enrich the world in which we live. In this context the human dimension of sex is no longer just an element for procreation, but pertains to principles that enrich our existence. You said as much yourself on the beach, when you warned me that you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes of me, which really was an acknowledgment of that principle. It appears that the villagers in my dream understood this. They made sure that this higher level aspect of embracing their humanity, which defines them as human beings, would not be hindered, but be advanced by honoring one-another. They mad sure that this principle would be acknowledged by all possible means.





      I leaned back and 'drank' it all in. Her beautiful dream was about a world akin to a spiritual Eldorado, but it was real as far as I could tell. It was obviously an image of her discoveries in scientific research. It also seemed to be something incredibly daring for her to commit to, and yet, it was also the safest position from a scientific standpoint. She said that once the commitment was made in her dream, by the villagers to enrich one-another's life, individual safety would be assured as a matter of that principle, or still higher principles built on that principle. The code of honor that she spoke of, became essentially a commitment to that higher principle, a commitment to integrity, without which the lower principle cannot be implemented. Yes, I loved her beautiful dream. It was a scientific dream.

      I said to Erica that this was an incredibly beautiful dream because of those higher dimensions. I also agreed that these higher dimensions cannot be found in the animal world, but are uniquely human. I suggested that we should celebrate all those higher dimensions in which our humanity is defined.

      She smiled and continued her story. "The villagers did that. They were bound together by this code of honor," she said. "I found it reflected in many small ways, but also in profound happenings, especially their sexual sharing of one-another. It appears that on many occasions, before their sexual needs were satisfied, the individual partners would conduct a private ritual in which they exchanged gifts. In my dream I saw gifts of food presented, or gifts they made for each other, useful items to honor one-another with and to honor the unfolding bond. No formal system appeared to have been set up to assure fairness in this complex interrelationship of the people, nor did it appear that such a formal system was needed as no one was left out in the cold, wanting."

      "How else could it work?" was my reaction. "Who would administer a formal system of this kind? Who would choose for another? Would it be the one who honors the others the most? In this case one would attempt to quantify the absolute by which its principle becomes overturned. As you said yourself, such things cannot be quantified."

      "This is also the foundation for drawing a line in the sand, as we have done," Erica replied.

      "How did the people in your dream deal with situations of conflicting desires and conflicting needs?" I asked.

      "As in the case of you inviting me to your room, and me saying that I can't, or the other way around? In such a case one has to dig deeper to the principle involved in enriching one-another's experience. If the process involves causing harm, then it won't reflect the principle of enriching one-another's life, will it? Unfortunately, not all cases are as clear cut as this. That's when we are prone to make mistakes and are tormented by the outcome. That's also when we need one-another's support the most. Doors can open in surprising ways, Peter, sometimes by way of a long detour. In my dreams I only saw the end results. I couldn't even imagine what might have led up to some of what I have witnessed. Dreams tend to be that way. Unfortunately, the details are no longer as clear in my memory as they were. I do remember, however, that the details were all extraordinary. This aspect may have been the only real element in the dream, because meeting a deeply seated human need, when we manage to actually do this, can be extraordinarily beautiful."

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