"Wow!" said Indira and smiled. "I've never thought of sex as something worth celebrating."

      "Well, it's our portal with a link that lets us experience a tiny bit of a dimension that is far greater than we ourselves are." I said. "It hooks us into the creative process of God, if you can see it that way. It's like us being spectators in the greatest show on earth. We buy our ticket, take our small step, and from there on something wonderful happens to us. We are drawn into a process of celebrating, and we really can't get way from it. That celebration is beautiful, isn't it?"

      Indira nodded, but didn't reply for a while. "You certainly have a peculiar way of looking at sex," she said, breaking the silence. "So, you are suggesting that our living together will become a celebration?"

      "A two-way celebration," I interjected. "How can we not celebrate, a man and a woman living together, bringing to one another a gift of our uniqueness that we both cherish, that we both find beautiful, that we love because the beauty of it is not foreign to us, but is already rooted in our hearts. Call it a synarchy of the male and females in us, a sovereign union that reflects the natural union of mankind."

      "In this case sex reflects power," said Indira. "It is a gleam of light, of the light that illumines the universe with life."

      "Ah, there you have it. I knew you would see it my way," I interrupted her. "Don't you think that's something worth celebrating. And it is also totally safe. And yes, us living together is bound to become a celebration. How could it not?"

      "Unless we are stupid and screw this wonderful thing up," she said and began to laugh.

      "Don't worry, I think we are too intelligent for that to happen," I said and began to laugh too.

      "It adds quite a unique dimension to us coming together," she said quietly.

      "I would say it adds quite a new dimension to the way we see ourselves as men and women bound in a universal brotherhood that is more real than we have ever acknowledged," I said to her. "Just look around. What do you see? Do you see people, isolated persons, or do you see in each face a human face, a female face or a male face? And behind the sparkle of their eyes, I see a mind, a human mind, a mind of intelligence, beauty, love, generosity, creativity, and so forth. Sure, many people tend to deny themselves as they are told by politicians and philosophers to do, and to see themselves as a part of a humanity with an evil mind. Thus, people lie to themselves. The principle of our humanity is not a contradiction to itself. It's essence is good, and its potential is for boundless development. That's what I like to celebrate. The alternative is self-denial. All the evils that mankind has heaped upon one another were not natural responses. None of that had to happen. Wars or looting, for example, are not inevitable. They happened, because people foolishly allowed themselves to be induced to make them happen. The reality of our humanity is that we have within us the substance of peace, and joy, and the power for boundless development. So, we have a choice before us. We can continue to live with our eyes closed to the real nature of our humanity as philosophers and priests and rulers have demanded for the last 4000 years. Or we can open our eyes and look at ourselves as we are in truth, which opens the horizon to celebration."

      "But why must this celebration also include a celebration of our sexual individuality?" Indira interjected.

      "Why shouldn't it?" I answered with a grin. "We are what we are? We are sexual beings, and no just some sexless worms. And thank God we are sexual beings with a profound sexual love for one another that we can use as a stepping stone to build families on, and expand our sense of family and build civilizations on them. What's more natural and beautiful than that?"

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Stories about  Love from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche