What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.

Ages past the soul existed, / Here an age 'tis resting merely.

I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.

kissing is like extending yourself into another