Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy. . . Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.
We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and in that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as though it achieves physical existence, becomes a hand all around us, cupping us together, protecting us. This is what people are always talking about when they talk about god: this feeling, of being held and understood and protected. feeling this way seems about as close to saying a prayer as you could get.