In an erotically blessed couple, the woman's clitoris, focus of all devotion, from which emanates such intense energy, joy and transcendent oneness that her lover can think of nothing else. ... Excuse me. What were you saying?
When somebody says “ Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me! But then, what am I? Is this me? My true self? My fake self? What is it that I am? Nobody understands me!” You just go “ I am you, I am just like you. That’s why I was attached to you. I wanted to give you happiness. I’m sorry I misunderstood your happiness.”