But there is nothing intrinsically beautiful about any material body.
Even the bodies of beauty queens are simply bags of skin filled with
foul-smelling, revolting substances. Blood, mucous, bile, stool, and
urine combined as muscles, bones, fat, liver, heart, and intestines --
that is what they are having sex with! Sexual happiness is the
happiness of uniting the two urine-producing parts. Yet by the mighty
power of illusion, an arrangement of skin and flesh overrides all
logic and sanity and brings even a person of intelligence down to the
level of a dog. As a pig is attracted to a sow, or a male cockroach to
a female, so is the sexual desire of a man for a woman. It is not even
slightly more elevated than that of the pigs.
There is really nothing special about sex. It is not wonderful, it is
not noble, it is not romantic -- it is just a bodily function, a
response to raw gut feeling. If you think about it soberly, the whole
prospect of sex seems rather silly. Still, everybody is doing it. The
president of America is doing it, the bums on the street are doing it,
the cats and dogs are doing it. Only a few great souls are attempting
to conquer over it.
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