There is no painting, poem, song or expression in which the female breast is not glorified or revered. Its form is hidden, but undoubtedly manifests itself in architecture and pottery, in the design of cathedrals and temples, in mystical symbols like the Chinese yin-yang and the European Rosy Cross. If there is beauty, meaning and solace in this universe - as art and worship always suggest - then a huge part of it is based on these strangely haunting outlines. Translation from supplemented with illustrations from the original edition. traumlibrary.net