There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

From: TS Eliot, ‘The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock’

‘If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.’– Oscar Wilde

‘[T]he sexual act is the equivalent of prayer. In both religion and sex, the need to reach out – the loss-and-recovery paradox – reach their highest concentration. Each must continuously be renewed because they remain momentary – and the transitory connection with the Other … unceasingly creates the necessity of repetition. For the human individual, prayer and sex are a paradox of almost unbearable ecstasy and agony. The confession of sin, and the stripping away of clothing are, respectively, the indispensable, self-evident condition for the religious and the sexual moment.’ – André P Brink, ‘On Sex and Religion’, Standpunte, 1964