I stated above that I am in love. Let us try to verify if it, indeed, is love. To me, love is a feeling, a sentiment, an emotion, rather than a desire. Love originates from respect; you can not love the person you have no respect for. But the converse may not always hold true. It is possible to respect a person you do not love. A shopkeeper-buyer relation, for example, is based on respect rather than love. Love is expressible in various ways. Touch, intimacy, a smile, a look of the eyes, a warm hug, a soft peck, are all ways of expressing love. Sex is also a means of expressing love; but the youngsters of yolk have today degraded the act of bodily union to the point where it has come to be considered taboo. Sex is not about passion, passion is a manifestation. Sex is not about having intercourse, intercourse is an intermediary to a stronger bond between the two. Sex is not about kissing the body everywhere and lip-locking vehemously, sex is more geared towards feeling the body while kissing, feeling the touch of your skin against his/hers while kissing. There is a method, a design proposed by God in the art of loving. Tit for tat is a universally pervading law. No exceptions. There is a suggestion, a hint, given by nature as to the art of loving - meeting of two reproduction organs. The effect of the twain meeting can not be reproduced by making any other part meet with any other part. Matching is required. There is too much apparent sophistication in nature, but sophistication never implies complexity. Nature is simple, so simple that we seem to ignore and ridicule the possible existence of such ideas. Kiss the lips with the lips, kiss the hands with the hands, kiss the feet with the feet. When you touch the hands of your beloved, there might run through you a spark, a shiver. Touching the neck of your beloved with your hand will never ever produce the same effect. That is the ideal situation. Sex is an act of showing to your loved one that you are incomplete without him/her; that the union of your bodies and the soul completes both of you. Think of it, the power of reproduction, the most essential to existence. Reproduction is not possible without complement. No two men can reproduce, no two women can reproduce. Think of this on a grander scale; nature works on the principle of cooperation and complement. You can not survive alone; you have to take help and give help incessantly. This taking and giving help, in other words, the knowledge of the other person's importance in your life brings a degree of modesty in you. I say I am in love. I am confident of the fact that this is not limerence (the not-so-common word for infatuation) for the lone reason that I have never fantasized making intercourse to the person I love; which, sadly, is the case most boys perceiving their limerence as love, do. This means that I am truly respecting the person's identity, I am truly admiring the person's ways... I am looking at inward beauty rather than ostensible beauty. Think this is getting too much? I stop right here, otherwise I could go on and on, and bore you to death. And I have not, with me, a grave ready to bury you. |
