"But are the statistics really representative for society as a whole?" Anton interjected.

      "Probably not," I replied with a smile. "Those are the statistics from the responses that the women themselves volunteered who found the sharing important enough to do so. Obviously they represent a group of people that have not yet isolated themselves from their humanity as sexual human beings, or are rediscovering themselves. In this sense the numeric compilation are probably extensively skewed. For centuries, if not millennia, countless preachers from countless pulpits have pounded the notion into people's head that sex is dirty and that the isolation of people into the smallest social sphere that is physically possible, is holy. Of course the statistic are skewed mightily by this near universal process of isolating people from themselves and one-another. But if one looks at the exception from that, in general, the statistics seem to indicate that the great myth that sex is dirty, shameful, gross, indecent and disgusting, is but a myth that has been built up to isolate society. Of the women responding in the survey, a full 70% have said they had more than one partner in their life, versus 20% for just one. That means that the isolation that has been artificially induced ages ago is melting away. In spite of that, we remain a largely isolated society, sexually. It is not surprising therefore that masturbation ranks high on the list as the isolation is still a large factor. It is hitting close to 40% for more than 20 times a month, versus less than 5% for just once a month. From what I remember of the survey, most of the responding women love their vulva and think it's gorgeous. Most love the smell and the taste of it. If the preachers only knew that they had been ranting for centuries against what most people secretly love, that has been denied by the preachers."

      "It might have changed their sermon," said Anton and laughed. "It might have reduced rape!"

      "What's bad about sex, is, what it has been abused in small-minded pursuits, like rape, in which everything human that is valuable and beautiful becomes stripped away and relationships are forced into empty channels," I said in agreement.

      "It has been said rather openly by some priests in modern days that whoever controls society sexually, controls society," Anton interjected.

      "This has been true for millennia," I cut her off. "But all of this can be dissolved with love, and with grace that unfolds from love. The key element is love. Of course that puts a great challenge before us. If love takes on the form of an astrophysical black hole that draws everything unto itself and consumes it, than sex becomes robbed of its human dimension and is turned into a tragedy that one should be afraid of. But if our love is like the sun that radiates out-flowing light, which enriches our humanity as we enrich one another, then sex can flow in this light and become a joy together with everything else that is human. It becomes just another color of the great light of our humanity that radiates across the world. That is where the real challenge begins. The challenge is to build a platform in our life that mirrors the sun within us that enables us be a sun to one-another. And yes, there are many barriers standing in the way of that love. I have to admit that I don't know yet how to step across those barriers, especially the barriers that have caused sexual division that have boxed society in for millennia into black-hole-type little spheres?"

      I paused, but quickly resumed my 'chattering.' "How can I prove to you then that I love you in the spiritual dimension mirroring the sun? I know that this dimension is more real than anything else. In this dimension love is rooted and nowhere else, where sex is not bad but is a beautiful thing like every element of our humanity is, but can I prove it? I can't. Maybe at best I can prove it by not pulling away from sex as an element of our humanity. Our genitals are really no different from any other part of your anatomy. They aren't something to be ashamed of or to be embarrassed about. And so the silent chitchat in the minds of men goes on in the hidden world where shame is not a factor. But why should it remain hidden? In some cultures a woman's genitals are thought of as sacred, as indeed they are in the spiritual sense. Shouldn't they be so honored, rather than be hidden and be enveloped in a veil of shame. Shouldn't we treat them with honor, and let them bring us joy? I don't want to close the door to that. And so, Anton, by not closing this door I might be bringing that proof to you that I love you. Anyway, this might be the only type of proof that I can offer. That also makes sex an interesting challenge, and a profound one if we can overcome the barriers."

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