"I am trying to make a point," said Helen. "The point is, we ask ourselves invalid questions far too often, and tie ourselves into knots with invalid concerns. The truth is much simpler, more profound, and more beautiful and enriching. So, why are we fighting it?"

      I nodded. "We can't see it, Helen. That's why. We don't see it, because the foreground is too dense."

      "Right, Peter, but you didn't realize that before you came here, did you?"

      I nodded in agreement.



      Being in bed with Helen was educational in many ways, and in a strange way. She was a bright spirit, intelligent, honorable, and knowledgeable. She was also open and generous as a beautiful sexual being. The bed quickly became an open sanctuary for sharing ourselves with one-another in which nothing stood in the way. There was a need for that openness, and the need was satisfied.

      Afterwards we could move on to still higher ground and contemplate the larger issues. If she hadn't been open to sex, we might have danced around the issues of sex all night long that I was hoping to find a higher dimension for. The tragedy would have been, that we would have never have reached high enough to explore also the larger issues. That's the one step where Erica and I had failed. The barriers had become restrictive to everything in the end. Helen evidently understood this.

      Helen told me, that when Erica said that she couldn't take our relationship as far as she had wished, she hadn't looked at the real consequences of her actions, and at what her actions might have been to avoid those consequences. Helen said, "When Erica drew her line in the sand, because of her marriage, she defended a false concept. She defended a concept of unity that separates us from the truth, a concept that had divided her against herself.

      "That's the nuclear paradox," Helen continued and sighed. "We human beings have become divided against ourselves. We want life, but we create ourselves a doomsday death trap and defend the mentality that has created that trap. We need to resolve that paradox. That's what we need to do."

      Helen suggested that I should have challenged Erica's impotence scientifically. She told me in an authoritative kind of voice, the kind that teachers sometimes use, that when Erica started to talk about drawing the line for the sake of taking responsibility, I should have said to her: What has this got to do with anything?

     Helen said to me, "You should have pointed out to Erica that scientifically speaking, she had troubled herself with an invalid concern and that it was time that she faced the truth. You should have told her that the truth is that love is a universal principle that is not expressed in separating ourselves from one-another. You should have told her that the truth is imperative regardless of the difficulties in accepting it in the face of our conventions to the contrary. You should have surprised her with the profound truth that she is already a part of the universal family that really matters, which is greater than everything that we've come up with artificially, because that universal, natural marriage is founded in what is fundamentally real about human existence. You should have challenged her with the fact that she is therefore also married to you, unavoidably so, by our common humanity and our common universal human Soul that moves us. You should have suggested that you have every right to embrace each other as human beings as your love may inspires you to. You should have told her that this is the truth."

      I raised my hand, in a gesture of objecting.

      "No Peter, if Erica is half the scientist that you told me she is, she would have understood all of that," said Helen. "She would have understood that any other approach is invalid, and any other concept of marriage is artificial and needs to be uplifted to reflect more and more of the universal truth that is profound, and rich, and beautiful. She would have understood that the artificial needs to be uplifted with what is real, rather than the real becoming smothered with the artificial as the whole world presently is doing."

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