To till the land of the fertile mind, is in my estimation, to keep one's self free, however rhetorical that may sound. To travel is to traverse the world and to never discourage the mind from imagination. Imagination is the one of the few places we have that should remain sovereign to our being, that being said, it (the mind) is the place to 'illuminate thoughts' and to 'develop the heart and mind' as complete parts of the body. Sex is the point of intersection where body, mind and imagination create a helix that is sound, robust and worthy of passion, lust and pleasure. If, pleasure were the last bastion of hope and lust the last grain of sand in the hour glass...then, passion would be where the proverbial cup runneth over a million times a min. and a billion times a day.