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I explained to Anton that the woman who defined marriage as a science, has also put a unique element of truth above the science of marriage, which she defines as the singularity of the human Soul.
"Then, there is nothing really that divides us except shallow thinking and self-denial," said Anton astonished.
"With this in mind, how could Sylvia have allowed the entire conference assembly to become servants of an oligarchic UN organization?" I asked. "Sylvia couldn't do that once she recognized the trap that was set up for us. Consequently, she tore up the UN's agenda and overturned the whole conference and put it right side up!"
Anton began to laugh again. "That makes sense. That's exiting. Wow! So, it really was worthwhile for me to come here, wasn't it?"
"Maybe it was," I replied. "We must ask ourselves if we can truly meet that greater challenge that the principle of universal marriage brings to the social scene. That's a great challenge. But how else can one define universal love, if it isn't defined in this context?"
I reminded Anton also of the need to be honest with herself, especially when the imperatives of principles become so tremendously challenging that one is tempted to wish that one could sweep certain aspects under the rug. "But honesty always prevails in the end," I said to her, "and by it, we end up freer, richer, and more effective in being alive in this world."
"Didn't you say that CSB is an entry level degree?" Anton asked. "If this is so; it can't be that tough. We simply have to go with every principle we know, and go down that river again and again until our understanding of the truth, which it leads to, is becoming complete enough to change our lives."
"That's a beautiful statement," I said. I really meant it. I would have hugged her for this, but that wasn't possible where we were. Also, our food was just being served.
It turned out that our dinner at the Taj Mahal was not just a meeting over a meal, but became a journey of discovery in many ways. One of these was culinary, of course. The meal was an exquisite lamb dish; lamb stewed in a spicy sauce that was loaded with vegetables. It was hot in more ways than one, to be put on a bed of rise, accompanied with exotic side dishes of a dozen different favors that all blended with the main meal.
At this point, all the scientific talk had been put aside. In this sense, we were back to where we had left off. As I had done so long ago, I drank in the beautiful sight before me; her smiles; her laughing; her gentle gestures; the shine of her hair; the warmth of her love that was shining through all of them. As I thought about these aspects, I felt an urge to bring something of equal value to the table, something spiritual, something to match the spiritual beauty that she represented. With this in mind we weren't at all at the point anymore where we had left off in Moscow on the night that we had dinner together on the top of the tower. Our continuation had become richer; brighter; not precarious; but born up with a certainty of infinite horizons that lay before us yet to be explored.
"This means that our lives must give definition to the undefinable," said Anton as we were about to leave several hours later, after no less than three desserts. We were a kind of 'nudged out' of the premises as the owners wanted to close shop for the night.
"It means that," I agreed. "And that gives us one more definition for the symbol, CSB," I added, and kissed her.
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Normally I hated shopping. But this time it was different. After our lunch together, I simply had to get something special to acknowledge her worth, and for Sylvia something that bore tribute to her and to her beautiful character; her love, and her understanding. The overturning that had already taken place in us during those few days of the conference, was greater than any of us had expected; possibly greater than we even realized ourselves. The whole atmosphere had been one of constantly reaching out, evaluating, looking for what is real, moving with any challenge, on any level. We had talked about sex as openly as we had talked about nuclear war, and it all seemed interrelated. Every idea was followed up, no matter how crazy or insignificant it appeared, and this not just in the meeting halls. A mere fraction of what was explored had been shared on the podium.
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