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“Wij zijn bang voor seksualiteit omdat ze de basis van onze hele maatschappij ondergraaft: het idee dat ieder mens een uniek individu is met een georganiseerd leven. Maar als iedere man in principe met iedere vrouw naar bed kan en omgekeerd, dan zijn al die verhalen over voorbestemdheid, uitverkorenheid, lotsbestemming en eeuwige liefde lariekoek. Als deeltjes zweven we voor de ruimte, plus en min. En waar die elkaar raken vindt soms versmelting plaats. Ieder mensen weet dat maar verdringt het. De mens is niet in staat tot filantropische seksualiteit omdat er geen enkele reden meer zou zijn om nog iets anders te doen dan dit.”

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