So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure and that every gesture every caress every touch every glance every last bit of the body has its secret which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other without being conquered or having conquered so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.

Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the womans womb only to gather strength he nourishes himself from this fusion and then he rises and goes into the world into his work into battle into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy completion. Woman may be busy too but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb she is fulfilled each act of love a taking of man within her an act of birth and rebirth of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act to be. But for woman the climax is not in the birth but in the moment man rests inside of her.