Only One Thing Is Certain: If Pot

We Still Make Love To Organs And Not People; That So Far From Realising That People Are Never More Idiosyncratic, Never More Totally There When They Make Love, We Re Never More Incommunicative, Never More Alone.

A Garden Is The Best Alternative Therapy.

So Far It Has Been Assumed That The Only Pregnancies Which Are Aborted Are Accidental Ones And The Only Foetuses Destroyed Those Whose Mothers Could Not Bear The Thought Of Their Becoming Children. In A Just World This Would Be The Case, But The World Is Far From Just. Too Many Women Are Forced To Abort By Poverty, By Their Menfolk, By Their Parents. Poverty Has Many Faces; It May Be The Poverty Of The Young, The Unmarried, The Student, The Unemployed, The Female Or A Combination Of These.

The Management Of Fertility Is One Of The Most Important Functions Of Adulthood.

The Pain Of Sexual Frustration, Of Repressed Tenderness, Of Denied Curiosity, Of Isolation In The Ego, Of Greed, Suppressed Rebellion, Of Hatred Poisoning All Love And Generosity, Permeates Our Sexuality. What We Love We Destroy.