Originally Posted by
anastasis
I would go out on a limb here and say 'maybe'. It would all depend on her. It would depend on whether or not she had repented (Yes, I used that term. Deal with it.). If she had, she actually may be in a better position to begin to appreciate the tantric love weavings of Solomon's works.
In your case, she doesn't give a rip about it, which means she places no difference in one kind of act or any other kind of act. In her world, it's all just a variation on a theme. This indicates that sex in her world doesn't actually express an idea or have a meaning. It's just all one gelatinous blob of relativity. This implies that she is as likely to interpret love as hate and hate as love. She has no discernment and no sense or morality. If anything goes in her world, and her morality is absolutely relative to the whim of the moment, then there is simply no limit or bound to the depths of deprativty to which she could and would tend to sink. Her world consists of arbitrary sensory stimuli, all of which mean nothing. Sex literally 'means' nothing to her. To her it wholly consists of sensory stimuli in various frameworks. They are exciting for the moment only because they are novel. And once their novelty is extinguished, their charm soon fades. You represent that very sort of 'novel' experience that is on her sensory stimulus short list. Sex doesn't have a LOGOS or Word to it in her world, and therefore, she can have no possible concept or formulate any sort of definition for Love. Without some standard of the Reason and Meaning of the outward Motions of Love, Love in her world cannot possibly exist. And that is how you can know 100% that she cannot possibly love you. She doesn't even have the capacity for 'Love' in her state of mind, because she has no Understanding or even Concept of a definition of Love. In her world, everything is Love. But if everything is Love, then anything can be Love. Murder can be love, rape can be love, child porn can be love, beastiality can be love. Anything can and MUST go in her world because she has defined the sexual overtures of Love to be undefined and arbitrary to the whim of her animal sensorium. Because unless she knew what Love was, she could not possibly put it in to practice. She does however know what Lust is, which is the outer sensory feeling and chaos of Love having been voided out in averse unmeaning and undefinition. She is an inverted star raging against her own Meaning and her own Will to true Love, Part of her wants True Love, and part of her wants False Love, because she is cursed by her own refusal to acknowledge a Logos and Reason to Love apart from her own novelty seeking and delusional wish fulfillments. She is Babylon wandering in the Desert of Confusion and Mirage. She is the raging of ocean waves tossed here and there without any direction. She is the empty and rainless east wind blowing forever toward nowhere.
In short, she's no one you want to build a life with. Throw her to the sharks. She seems to enjoy them well enough. She can join the millions of other pieces of drift wood floating on the sea of madness to oblivion. If you stay with her, she will take you under and you will both sink like lead in the heart of the abyss of all chaos. Her mind is Destruction and Chaos incarnate. And if you remain with her, she will destroy herself, you and anyone around you that you care about. There is no Life, Light, Love or Learning within her whatsoever. She is the element of stagnant water only. She takes the shape and seeks the lowest level of anything around her that holds her. She is utterly and abjectly WORTHLESS, because she has denied all meaning and definition to that which is infinitely Worthy. She knows not the difference in Gold and Fool's Gold and would as soon settle for Fool's Gold if she can get away with it. She is as unstable as the sand of the seashore. She is as empty and dead as a seashell. And she is as undefined, restless and chaotic as seawater. To know her is to know Nothing. To hold her is to hold Nothing. To love her is to love Nothing. To converse with her is to converse with Nothing. To relate to her is to relate to Nothing. To live with her is to live with Nothing. All of her Roads lead to Nothing. For she is Nothing.