I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct — and societal repression much more devastating.

No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.

And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.