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Blake Said That The Body Was The Soul's Prison Unless The Five Senses Are Fully Developed And Open. He Considered The Senses The 'windows Of The Soul.' When Sex Involves All The Senses Intensely, It Can Be Like A Mystical Experence.

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Blake Said That The Body Was The Soul's Prison Unless The Five Senses Are Fully Developed And Open. He Considered The Senses The 'windows Of The Soul.' When Sex Involves All The Senses Intensely, It Can Be Like A Mystical Experence.

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