Thus, sexuality was to be seen not as
a mysterious sacred power, but rather as part of human life to be used responsibly in gratitude to its creator.
This act is prayer, by which term I understand no vain exercise of words, no mere repetition of certain
sacred formulæ, but the very movement itself of the soul, putting itself in a personal relation of contact with the
mysterious power of which it feels the presence — it may be even before it has a name by which to call it.