Re: What is Sexual Activity?

Tony Hollick (
Thu, 4 Sep 97 11:34 BST-1

> Tony Hollick wrote:
>> Are you saying you would seek to _coercively prevent_ competent
>> youngsters from seeking out and obtaining 'sex education'? If this
>> freely develops into emotional and intellectual relationships, would
>> you seek to _coercively punish_ people for it? Is it any of your
>> business. in fact? Do you believe 'we' can arbitrarily declare love to
>> be some sort of 'crime'?
>> "Yes" or "No" will do.

Hara Ra replied:

>"Love" is an ill defined term. Sexual love can only happen between
>peers. Age and experience does indeed make a difference. Education and
>coercion are very different things. As with most diseases, physical and
>social, prevention works best. Was there harm done here?? I dunno. And
>it might take 20 years to find out.

We might not have quite that long, you know...

Mary Kay and her 'younger man' _are_ peers. They _love_ each other. I've
spoken with both of them. They're glorious people. Don't you understand
that that's _why Mary Kay_ and the boy were attacked so viciously by the
authoritarian politicians / State prosecutors and others?

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Their new baby daughter Audrey is very beautiful, albeit missing early
maternal contact with her mum, who's presently in jail.

The boy is _angered_ by the fact that no-oner acting 'for his own good'
_asked_ him what _he_ actually wanted to happen. They just went agead and
subjected ther woman he loves -- and the mother of his child -- to a
horrifying ordeal. Books and films are now in progress. And much else

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Read ace News International journalist Tony Allen-Mills' moving story of
his love affair with his music 23-year-old teacher Sylvia when he was 13
and she was in her twenties, and he seduced her.

Full text by permission on my Agora web page in Amicus Curiae Brief Four.

Pass it on.

If loving each other and making babies is to be criminalized and
prohibited and punished, the human race has no future anyway.

Remember thiese words?

"It is now in your power to destroy me; I may have to go, but if I
go, I'll make sure that I take all the rest of you along with me." --
Ellis Wyatt, "Atlas Shrugged" p. 318 [1957]

[ FX: <quietly>: "Make it so." ]

[1957] is also the year a murderously beautiful crimson Plymouth Fury came
to sentient life. "Christine: She's a Killer." See John Carpenter's
[1983] classic screen masterpiece right now, while you still can].

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"This obligation has long lain heavy on us, and we have long known
it. In the words of Vladimir Solovyov:

"But e'en in chains ourselves we must complete
That circle which the gods have fore-ordained..."

From 'One Word of Truth...' : The Nobel Sppech on Literature, by
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Copyright the Nobel Foundation [1972].
Translation by the members of the BBC Russian Service. Copyright
BBC [1972]. ISBN 0 370 10491 9. Printed and bound in Great
Britain for The Bodley Head Ltd. 9 Bow Street, London WC2E 7AL by
The Stellar Press, Hatfield, Herts.

"This is for us a dire peril, this stopping the flow of
information between different parts of the planet. Modern science
knows that stopping the flow of information leads to entropy,
universal destruction."

All too true: all the Trident submarines are equipped with
'Delayed Retalion and Robotics' fail-deadly missile launch
systems... Then there are the five NIMITZ class SuperCarrier
Battle Groups...

[ FX: "One Word of Truth can change the world..." ]

[ FX: "Launch Sequencers now active..." ]

[ FX:L "Go. I repeat: Go." ]

I was reading this work of Alexander Solzhenitsyn's work by
telephone to Mary Kay's friend Beth Adair in Seattle, Washington,
at the exact instant Diana was killed in Paris.

"The world will be saved by Beauty..." -- Fyodor Dostoyevskey

Better hope and pray Beauty gets the chance, and right now...

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"We are all divine sparks of the Flame Imperishable."

and Terrible Swift Swords:

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"Dim and yellow against the vibration of the purple-blue shudders the
faltering light that stands on the tiles of Hidden Lion. And here is
Questing the death-hound, here is Elijah for whom Firouz has opened the
door, hereis Messiah following on Elijah, here is the giant Bohemond
foul and stinking with excrement that stains his scarlet cross as he
stands on Hidden Lion lifting his sword vertically with both hands and
plunging it up and down like a man breaking ground for a post-hole. All
around him are broken tiles and among them are heaped gold and silver
cions that were mortared into the tiles.

Now I see what I have seen before in the darkness and the brightness
in my mind, I see leaping and still like a butterfy transfixed by
lightning the elegance of Bembel Rudzuk as he attacks Bohemond; I see
the great Frankish sword that has been going up and down like a
post-hole digger suddely leap like a live thing as Bohemond shifts his
grip and now a track of brightness horizontally cleaves the darkness,
cleaves the body of Bembel Rudzuk; now in two pieces falls the body of
Bembel Rudzuk; now in two pieces falls the body of Bembel Rudzuk to the
broken tiles of Hidden Lion.

Here now bnefore me is Bohemond. This is the great moment when I shall
see the man who has become my world and my jerusalem. His fouled and
stiuking mail shirt glitters in the purple-blue luminosity of now,
his helmet flashes as if wreathed in lightnings; the iron nasal of
his helmet makes other than human this face I strainm to see but i
cannot, I shall never see it, I see instead the face of that veiled
owl of my childhood.

I raise my arm now, I strike with my sword, I see it shatter like
shards of ice as the great sword of Bohemond makes a *rainbow* in the
night, in the dawn that is coming. I stare into the brilliance, I see
the Virgin and the lion wheeling in the darkness and the light. I see
the sun-points dazzling on the sea, the alchemy of the triangualar sail
changing from the hot and dry to the cold and the wet; I smell the salt
breath of Bruder Pfortner.

But I cannot see Bohemond in this night and dawn of brilliance, of
purple-blue luminosity. No, as the great sword makes another rainbow
in the pale dawn where hangs the new moon of Tammuz, the last thing
that I see with my mortal eyes, very very high in the sky and
circling in the overlapping patterns of the Law, is that drifting
meditation of storks that I have known from my childhood, each year
returning to their wonted place."

-- Russell Hoban, 'Pilgermann'; PICADOR [1983].

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>>>physics/general 1 anduril (2791) 1 May 93 5:47 *


"... seen as the result of human endeavour, of human dreams, hopes,
passions, and most of all, as the result of the most admirable union
of creative imagination and rational critical thought, I should like
to write 'Science' with the biggest capital 'S' to be found in the
printer's upper case.

Science is not only like art and literature, an adventure of the human
spirit, but it is among the creative arts perhaps the most human: full of
human failings and shortsightedness, it shows those flashes of insight
which open our eyes to the wonders of the world and of the human spirit.
But this is not all. Science is the direct result of that most human of all
human endeavours - to liberate ourselves. It is part of our endeavour to see
more clearly, to understand the world and ourselves, and to act as adult,
responsible and enlightened beings. 'Enlightenment', Kant wrote, 'is the
emancipation of man from self-imposed tutelage . . . from a state of in-
capacity to use his own intelligence without external guidance. Such a
state of tutelage I call "self-imposed" if it is due not to any lack of
intelligence but the lack of courage or determination to use one's own
intelligence instead of relying upon a leader. *Sapere Aude!* Dare to use
your own intelligence! This is the maxim of the enlightenment.' [ref.
6, 'Was ist Aufklarung?']

Kant challenges us to use our intelligence instead of relying upon a
leader, upon an authority. This should be taken as a challenge to
reject even the scientific expert as a leader, or even *science itself*
Science has no authority. It is not the magical product of the given,
the data, the observations. It is not a gospel of truth. It is the result
of our own endeavours and mistakes. It is you and I who make science,
as well as we can. It is you and I who are responsible for it...

The nuclear bomb (and possibly also the so-called 'peaceful use of
atomic energy' whose consequences may be even worse in the long run)
have, I think, shown us the shallowness of the worship of science as an
'instrument' of our 'command over nature' or the 'control of our physical
environment': it has shown us that this command, this control, is apt to be
self-defeating, and apt to enslave us rather than to make us free - if it
does not do away with us altogether. And while knowledge is worth dying for,
power is not. (Knowledge is one of the few things that are worth dying for,
together with liberty, love, kindness, and helping those who are in need
of help)."

by Karl R. Popper

from "Realism and the Aim of Science"

Volume I of "The Postscript to The Logic of Scientific Discovery"

Edited by William Warren Bartley, III,

Publ. Hutchinson, 1983, pb. 1985

Copyright Karl Raimund Popper 1956, 1983

Sir Karl Popper, F. R. S., held fourteen honorary Doctorates from
U.S., British, German, Austrian, New Zealand and Canadian universites.

He was a member (or honorary member) of twelve academies, among them
the three oldest that still exist.

Works of his have been translated into 22 languages.

But Sir Karl was never impressed by great reputations, least of all
his own.

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CV: Admiral Noel A. M. Gayler, USN (Ret).

Born December 25, 1914, in Birmingham, Alabama, United States of America.

1931-1935 U.S. Naval Academy.

1935 Commissioned Ensign, USN.

1940 Flight Training course.

1940 Naval aviator, assigned to VF12 Squadron, USS Randolph, flying Grumman
F6F Hellcats from Navy carriers.

Served in the Pacific Theatre during WWII. Asst. to Admiral John M. Cain.

1957 Aide to Navy Secretary Thomas S. Gates.

1960 Aug:- Commanding Officer, CV61 USS Ranger (Aircraft Carrier).

1960 Rear Admiral.

1962-1963 Commander, Carrier Division TWENTY, US Atlantic Fleet.

1963-1965 Director, Development Programmes, Office of Chief Naval Officer.

1965-1967 Assistant Deputy Chief, Naval Operations (Development).

1967-1969 Deputy Director, Joint Strategic Planning Staff, Offut AFB.

1969-1972 Director, National Security Agency (DIRNSA).

1969-1972 Chief, Central Security Agency.

1972-1976 Commander-in-Chief Pacific Fleet and Armed Forces (CinCPAC).

Retired as 4-star Admiral. (Would have been five stars if the US had
formally declared the Vietnam conflict a war, as it in fact was).

Awarded:- Three Navy Crosses; Bronze Star Medal; Distinguished Service
Medal; Legion of Merit with Gold Star; Sperry Award of the Institute
of Aeronautical Sciences; other medals and awards.

Committee Member (with George Kennan>:

American Committee On East-West Accord

We campaign for the multilateral global destruction of all nuclear weapons.

He has contributed to: "The Choice: Nuclear Weapons versus Security"
edited by Gwyn Prins, Cambridge, [1984]

[Ch: 2] 'A Commander-in-Chief's Perspective on Nuclear Weapons.'

[Ch: 16] 'The Way Out: A General Nuclear Settlement.'

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One day, I was speaking with Admiral Gayler at his home in Alexandria,
Virginia, and he said quietly: "I like it here."

Well, alas, not all of do: I'm listening to this right now:

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Pianoforte and Scottish pipes Intro:

"I'm working on a morning flight to _anywhere_ but here
I'm watching this evening fire burn away my tears
All my life I've left my troubles by the door
'Cause leaving is all I've ever known before.


It's not the way you hold me when the sun goes down,
It's not the way you called my name and left me stranded on the ground

It's not the way you say you hear my heart when the music ends
I am just learning how to fly away again...


And maybe you were thinking that you thought you knew me well
But _no-one_ ever knows the heart of anyone else
I feel like Garbo in this Late Nite Grand Hotel
'Cause living alone is all I've _ever_ done well...



-- Words and music by Nanci Griffith, "Late Nite Grand Hotel"
on 'The Best of Nanci Griffith: 'Just another morning" is great too.

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