“To live is to give oneself, perpetuate oneself, and to
perpetuate oneself, to give oneself, is to die. Perhaps the supreme delight of
procreation is nothing other than a foretasting or savoring of death, the
spilling of one’s vital essence. We unite with another, but it is to
divide ourselves: the most intimate embrace is naught but a most intimate
uprooting. In essence, the delight of sexual love, the genetic spasm, is a
sensation of resurrection, of resuscitation in another, for only in others can
we resuscitate and perpetuate ourselves.”
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Miguel de Unamuno
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