Sex is the opus of the soul, a work in which the pursuit of a partner, meeting, becoming acquainted, and going to bed work out deep, secret elements in the mythology of the heart. In sex we seek out the soul, but not just my soul or the other's soul. We are always looking for the breath of life itself, the spark that will allow us to feel our vitality.
Fundamentally, we don't trust our sexuality. We feel compelled by its allure, but we wish it didn't complicate life and interfere with our plans.
So, question of the day, can we ever simply accept and enjoy our desires, temptations and passion in our sexual relationships? Or are we destined towards everlasting distrust and fear in our pursuit of intimacy?