All suffering is born of desire. True love is never frustrated. How can the sense of unity be frustrated? (...) Love is a state of being. Sex is energy. Love is wise, sex is blind. Once the true nature of love and sex is understood there will be no conflict or confusion. (Nisargadatta Maharaj)

All suffering is born of desire. True love is never frustrated. How can the sense of unity be frustrated? (...) Love is a state of being. Sex is energy. Love is wise, sex is blind. Once the true nature of love and sex is understood there will be no conflict or confusion.

Nisargadatta Maharaj

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