How Many Small Decisions Accumulate To Form

To Make Love Is To Become Like This Infant Again. We Grope With Our Mouths Toward The Body Of Another Being, Whom We Trust, Who Takes Us In Her Arms. We Rock Together With This Loved One. We Move Beyond Speech. Our Bodies Move Past All The Controls We Have Learned. We Cry Out In Ecstasy, In Feeling. We Are Back In A Natural World Before Culture Tried To Erase Our Experience Of Nature. In This World, To Touch Another Is To Express Love; There Is No Idea Apart From Feeling, And No Feeling Which Does Not Ring Through Our Bodies And Our Souls At Once.

And If The Professional Rapist Is To Be Separated From The Average Dominant Heterosexual (male), It May Be Mainly A Quantitative Difference.

Society, Like Nature, Is One Body, Really.

Philosophy Means Nothing Unless It Is Connected To Birth, Death, And The Continuance Of Life. Anytime You Are Going To Build A Society That Works, You Have To Begin From Nature And The Body.

We Are Nature. We Are Nature Seeing Nature. We Are Nature With A Concept Of Nature. Nature Weeping. Nature Speaking Of Nature To Nature.