the “we” of the bitter and broken,
the “we” that know the universe to be a cold and empty place.
the “we” that know that the only hope and love and compassion and joy that will ever exist is that which we make and share.
the way “we” must think in order to survive is a baby step in the direction that all of humanity must learn to think in order to progress.
“that’s what the sexual union should be. but that’s what I slowly grokked it rarely was. instead it was indifference and acts mechanically performed and rape and seduction as a game no better than roulette but less honest and prostitution and celibacy by choice and fear and guilt and hatred and violence and children brought up to think that sex was ‘bad’ and ’shameful’ and ‘animal’ and something to be hidden and always distrusted. this lovely perfect thing, male-femaleness, turned upside down and inside out and made horrible.”
~”Stranger in a Strange Land”, Robert A. Heinlein