Oh, what a sweet and sacred thing it is to love and to be loved! To hold within one’s arms the visible representation of that beautiful spark which daily seems to grow brighter and more wondrous, to remove one’s thoughts from the realm of self and to let them dwell rapturously and selflessly upon some beloved companion, to press his glorious body close to one’s own, to feel the warmth, red blood pulsing deliciously through both. Is paradise more wonderful? -Edward Carpenter