"It was born long before the idea of love was formed in the fragmented psyche of European man--the knowledge (or invention) of which was to make him the most vulnerable of creatures in the scale of being, subject to hungers which could only be killed by satiety, but never satisfied."
When, exactly, did the idea of love embrace our consciousness and our flesh, to make our hearts soar into a rapture we can barely stand, only to dissipate like a cloud into nothingness until the next warm breeze entices us to relinquish our solitary preoccupation with our own pleasure?
The lovers in this image created by photographer Jacob Aue Sobol have passed the point of ecstasy and are descending to a state of emotional exhaustion. The woman clings to her man and has left deep scratches on his back, indicating her level of passion, while he buries his face in her bosom, not wanting to let go even after the denouement. They have an emotional attachment to one another that transcends the sexual act and their love is one of the most beautiful mysteries of life.
Lawrence Durrell; Balthazar; E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc.; 1958; Page 56.
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