Love is identified with sex, which is pleasure. We are not being puritanical or prudish; we are not saying there must be no pleasure. When you look at a cloud or the sky or a beautiful face, or the beauty of a tulip, there is a delight. We do not deny beauty. Beauty is not the pleasure of thought, but thought gives pleasure to beauty. In the same way, when we love and there is sex, it is thought that gives it the pleasure of the image of that which has been experienced and the repetition of it again tomorrow. In this repetition is pleasure, which is not beauty. Beauty, tenderness and the total meaning of love doesn’t exclude sex. But now, in this modern world, where everything is allowed, the world suddenly seems to have discovered sex, and it has become extraordinarily important. Probably because that is the only escape we have, where we have freedom. Everywhere else, we are toys, pushed around, bullied, violated; intellectually, emotionally, in every way, we are slaves. We are broken, and sex is the only time we can be free. In that freedom, we come upon a certain joy and we want the repetition of that. Looking at all this, where is love? A heart full of love sees the whole movement of life, and therefore whatever it does is moral, good, beautiful.