That comment made her head pop up. The smile reappeared on her face.

      "Girl watching is an acknowledgement of the truth of the universality of our humanity," I continued. "There is a lot that is good and beautiful in our humanity, and that has to be acknowledged universally. Shouldn't it be acknowledged openly and publicly? It reflects our universal marriage to one-another as human beings, as children of a common Soul. That's what it is all about, isn't it, when we fight to uplift humanity to higher and fuller appreciation of itself, without any need for economic rape, or political rape, or even social rape. Instead we enrich one-another with the light of our humanity."

      "But sex shouldn't be a part of that?" Heather interjected. "That's what makes the concept of universal marriage rather impractical."

      "Who says?" I replied. "In the scientific sense, sex and marriage are separate issues. You would be offended, and rightfully so, if I were to say that I want to marry you for your sex. We are all married to our humanity, that we all share, that all by itself unites us. That is what our love for one-another really reflects. Sure, sex is an element of our humanity, but it involves a totally different train of development and different principles, and it is really a small aspect among many, and not a very big one at that. I'm sure you agree that generosity is bigger. In fact, you experienced yourself that sex becomes blocked when there is no generosity enveloping the whole human scene. It also thin that it is because of sex that we have made our marriage institutions so small that everything has become compressed into it, just for us to survive. But nothing develops in there. Everything is surrounded by limits and mythological concepts, rather than being uplifted by generosity. Is it any wonder that nothing is allowed to develop? Tony boldly demands that we scrap all this and get back to something that can be supported scientifically."

      "The full embrace of one-another in universal love is a revolutionary concept," Heather agreed.

      "And it can be supported scientifically," I replied. "That's what I have to set up a foundation for. Economic development is a part of the human development scene that sex is an aspect of. Property issues and greed based issues all fall into this category. In some areas of the world a wife is regarded as property and human chattel that is kept hidden away behind layers of veils. Our society suffers from the same lack of appreciation of true human value. One mustn't dare look at a woman that one doesn't own. Am I not right? Tony is going to counter that. He is going to speak about a universal humanity where love is not encased by legal bonds, but by the threads of our love for our own humanity that become threads of love that extend universally, that reflect a love for our humanity that we all share. These are the threads that unfold visibly in the process of girl watching. These are the threads of light in her lateral lattice of human hearts."

      "That excitingly daring for Tony to do this, isn't it?" Heather commented.

      I nodded. "It is actually more than that," I added. "Helen called this element of our humanity, where all of this development pertains to, the element of our joy! And it really is that."

      "Isn't that a bit like your dream, Peter, the one that you told Ross about where a girl responds with great joy over the affections experienced by somebody else? This shouldn't logically happen, right?"

      I nodded. "Yes, that was a strange dream. I met three girls, maybe four. One of them turned to me and kissed me. What struck me as odd, was that it would be one of the other girls whose face I would remember, a face filled with a bright smile. She was practically jumping for you, while she hadn't been physically involved at all. Evidently some form of human development had gone on, and had been recognized, that had been the source of this great joy."

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