Makes one think. About intimacy.

I'm reading a novel. By Czech writer Ivan Klima. It's called 'The Ultimate Intimacy.' A splendid story. The protagonist is a Protestant clergyman. He preaches about love. But he begins to wonder if he really understands love. The depth of it. Because he thinks he lacks intimacy. Can one really have a love without being intimate? Truly intimate. In the fullest sense of the word. Which probably means being totally naked. With another being. In every which way. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Soulfully. You name it. No stone left unturned. Two beings totally intimate with each other. Maybe that comes closest to profound love. The rest of the stuff may just be a sham. Anyway, Klima is a fascinating writer. Makes one think. About this thing called love. And intimacy. --Jim Broede