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"And why shouldn't we be perplexed?" said Anton. "You come to me and say 'I love you,' but what does this mean? I have heard those words with countless different meanings, from my mother, my father, my uncles, my neighbors. You speak like no spoke before, but where does it lead to, to the bedroom, and then what? Is the next step emptiness?"
"In America the normal geometry for securing our nation has been altered and blocked by brutal force by the President becoming a dictator. That's rape. Do you propose that my intention is to rape you? If I wanted that kind of sex I could buy it at the street corner for a few trifles. What comes afterwards has to be build before. The bedroom doesn't add anything and never has, but it reflects what has been built. If nothing goes in, nothing comes out, and what happens in between is a matter of democratic choice where the actual options are not really that significant. In the democratic world, the process of democracy is the smallest component. The big component is the Constitution of Universal Principles that everyone absolutely agrees to and agrees to uphold as the little choices are made. The Constitution of Universal Principles is what goes into making a nation so that what comes out of the democratic process is productive and joyful and enriching to the nation and the world. I think that applies to the bedroom too. But do we have a viable constitution or principles established that we can agree to absolutely? I don't think so. Our kisses are too small, our dance too lame, our melodies too dreary. I don't think we are ready yet for the democracy of the bedroom. What do you think?"
I heard a sigh of relief.
I asked her to take note how the gentle admonishment of the original Decalogue, never to break the honorable bonds that love has forged, has been perverted by the priests in ancient times into a marriage law that defines people as property to one-another with iron-clad boundaries and limits placed on love, and to note how those limits are guarded with the death penalty for the slightest transgression of the imposed boundaries or limits to love under the perverted law. "Under this perversion the bedroom can become a hell, reflecting what goes in. Emptiness is often the smallest component of what goes in and comes out. In the case of the perverted Decalogue the priesthood had set itself up as the divinely authorized intermediary to impose an unnatural doctrine onto human consciousness," I said to her. "Naturally, the false doctrine that defines people as property to one-another, then also defined society as a whole as the property of the church so that in the early days the imperial church literally owned the people's life. This doctrine only changed slightly in later times when people became regarded as the property of an empire, or as in modern days, the property of a state. Since most modern states are once again imperial in nature, they all pretend again to 'own' their citizens as 'subjects.' And it all developed from that ancient beginning where people became labeled as property by a perversion that cut to the very bone of society. What we see in modern days is a continuing thread of an ancient history that society should have let go and forget, but kept holding onto. Of course this thread has proven itself to be extremely useful in maintaining the Empire of Rome, the Byzantine Empire, and modern empires and the modern Aristocracy. But the letting of this thread shouldn't be for that reason. The reason should be that by letting go of this thread we fall back into the arms of love that are built into out humanity. We fall back into the sunshine. We begin to celebrate. In the flow of this celebration, Anton, the bedroom door will likely become an open door rather quickly, and the space becomes filled with light."
"That's not bee our history, nor my history," said Anton quietly.
"Let it go, Anton," I said just as quietly. "A thousand years of celebrating the Byzantine model, the whore of Babylon, is long enough. Cut the string. Celebrate what unfolds into light that has an endless history."
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