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ଫଟୋ-୩୪: ମିଥୁନ ମୂର୍ତ୍ତି

"They seem to sing a wild and rapturous hyman of worldly existence in all its manifold variety- the joys and pleasures of a full life. How well these people must have lived and loved."

- R. J. Meheta (264)

"No where are such figures more blatantly portrayed than here, often representative as they are even of abnormal sexual practices. But the sculptures of the Temple of the Sun should be seen and studied with a mind exhilarated and sharpened by the thin air of solitude - and their isolation from the teeming world of lifea mind submerged in their modelling and formal beauty. For deep within the sculptured stones lies an artless perfection that is full of art, in-expressible yet potent, like the musical notes of Mendelsshn's 'Songs without words' or the hunting undefinable melodies of the 'Nocturnes' of Debussy."

- Percy Brown. (265)

"As I wandered round and gazed at these seven-hundred-year-old figures embracing and contorting in their pleasure, the total effect was strangely moving. It is the very opposite of obscene. The carvings themselves were of great beauty and expressed something rarely found in art – the harmony and serenity in the pleasure men and women can give each other. Here one was right back with the nature cults which had provided some of the early components of Hindu ethics, the idea of a male and female element throughout creation, constantly uniting and expressing their oneness in celestial copulation....... That afternoon at Konarak I felf myself understanding for the first time a little of what the west had lost by cutting off its religious ideas so decisively from the pleasures of the body and by treating the flesh as an object of shame."

- Armund Denis, Taboo - 1966(266)

ଲେଖକ ଏ ଦେଶର ବହୁ ମନ୍ଦିରରେ ମିଥୁ ମୂର୍ତ୍ତିି ଦେଖùଛି ା ପଥର ଦେହରେ କାମକଳାର ସର୍ବାଧିକ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ନିରୀକ୍ଷା ବୋଧହୁଏ ଖଜୁରାହୋ

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