If sex becomes such a trivial thing — just a bodily affair where surfaces meet and separate — your depth remains untouched. You are again missing something — something great, something very mysterious — because you become aware of your own depth only when somebody else touches it. Only through the other do you become aware of your inner being; only in deep relationship does somebody’s love resound in you and bring your depth into being. Only through somebody else do you discover yourself.
Osho, A Bird on the Wing
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