To make love is to become like this infant again. We grope with our mouths toward the body of another being, whom we trust, who takes us in her arms. We rock together with this loved one. We move beyond speech. Our bodies move past all the controls we have learned. We cry out in ecstasy, in feeling. We are back in a natural world before culture tried to erase our experience of nature. In this world, to touch one another is to express love, there is no idea apart from feeling, and no feeling which does not ring through our bodies and our souls at once.
This is eros. Our own wholeness. Not the sensation of pleasure alone, nor the idea of love alone, but the whole experience of human love.
— Susan Griffin, How, Then, Shall We Live? by Wayne Muller