Theodore Robinson Girl at Piano painting

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Not followed by revulsion, but by hours, days, weeks, years, a lifetime, maybe, of tender memories, clinging, affectionate longing to caress again, to be re-embracing.
(Nay, is it not true, beyond all truth, that those who have once thus bathed, blended, soul in soul, are eternally married?)
The embrace of at-one-ness, of expression, and purification and revivification, that incarnates the divine in the human.
Not possible except to the pure and poetic, to true and innocent lovers, fitting, responding, liberating.
To whom soul and body are both sacred, to whom this communion is a religious rite the most sacred.
The embrace of the Cosmic souls, the angel-mates in their heaven.
No vision this, dear friends, no poetic metaphor merely, for lo! I have lived it all many, many times, hundreds of others have lived it many times, every member of the race shall sometime, in some life, live it.
It is joy and truth, the joy of joys and truth of truths.