Poems sex is the illusion that we are the creator but we are not no person has ever fathered a child nor conceived one it is a mad ideal delivered to us at birth which told us, "i am your father, i am your mother" this lie set us up for the rest not in malice not in contempt not in evil but in ignorance of our true being where within we came of our own Self as did they Return to the Spiritual Writings - Poems Page