I had bad news for her in this regard, telling her that this kind of mentality has not only been revived, it has impregnated the very culture of America. It has pervaded its literature on every level, its music and art, its business and political policies. Even society's relationship to one-another has become impregnated with it. "That is why there is such a strong commitment to re-establish the idea of property rights on the social scene," I said to her, "including everything that this concept pertains to." I told her that it is nevertheless possible to fight this insanity and to reverse it, by means of careful reasoning. "Confrontation doesn't solve anything," I said, "but if you awake someone's conscience and stir an honest self-assessment in people based on fundamental principle, people can be caused to change. Insanity is not the natural state of anyone's being. Insanity has been learned. It can be unlearned. Maybe your speech has already caused some shifts in that direction," I said to her.

      She answered me with a kiss. It was a quick kiss on the lips. The first ever! Then she turned away and joined the others.



      I answered her on the podium that day, with a short speech on my favorite subject that I was able to get accepted on short notice, as a kind of filler.

      My favorite subject was the nature of love. The sages of an old vision see in each person the image of a god, whereby they say to one-another that the god in me honors the god in you, even though there is but one God. I told the audience that the poets of humanity have defined this God to be Love, so that there can be but one Love. However this Love has a manifest that is universal. "Thus the poets have written novels and poems about it, and plays and songs, in which the they say to each other that the love that is in me for the humanity that we all share, honors the love that is in you, that unfolds from the same humanity. This binds us together with bonds that love has forged."

      I told the audience that as a modern scientist, I don't deal with emotions. Therefore I redefine the image of Love as Truth. "I say to myself that the wondrous qualities of my humanity; the humanity that we all share, such as beauty, intelligence, understanding, generosity, the appreciation of good, the perception of beauty, the harmony of living, the value of quality etc.; are all real elements of my being as a human person. I acknowledge them as invariable truth. I acknowledge them as the truth about myself. I therefore honor all intellect, and all appreciation of beauty, even sexual beauty, and I honor them in everyone else, even as I am so honored since we are all children of one humanity."

      I told the people that love, therefore, becomes not an exception, but an element of ones being. Even sexual love, as the principle of love, unfolds from the universal principle of love. "Unfortunately, we have been taught by the earliest oligarchy, the priesthood, that we must live our lives in isolation within the boundaries of a wedlock that has room for only two, that denies the universality of the principle of love, and thereby denies the principle of love itself. And all that, in the service of oligarchism."

      I pointed out that the sages define sex as flesh. They say that the flesh promises nothing, and profits nothing. "Indeed, so it should be," I said to the audience, "because there is no intelligence in the flesh. The sentience is in mind, in the beauty of humanity's universal Soul, and in the appreciation of the humanity that we share in its vast universality. The beauty of sex, therefore, unfolds on the wings of love, not flesh, as we lay bare our hearts, and ourselves, to one-another and to the infinite dimensions of life. But what is unfolding here? Is it not our divinity coming to light. That is where the train of development is leading to, isn't it, so that I can finally say that The Divine in me, that I am, honors The Divine in you, which becomes a light that envelops us in which we know that we are one."

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