CHAPTER SEVEN
It is quite certain that our sexuality, that part of which we are quite conscious, has not reached the limits of the higher intellect. Our substance is enough reason for our action and our motives. We can speculate before hand as to what we might do, but the very act thoroughly sought and engaged in, leaves us with much to be desired and we are compelled to begin again. In short we are insatiable as much as our appetites.
During the month I have spent with Clara, and only that month had I realized the greater plane of love. If I have only imagined this, at least I can say I have attempted the higher heavens.
I have taken a close look at myself, my image, my very essence and I have remarked that I have been profoundly imprinted by my experiences. I have tried to be as objec
