On one occasion, the Buddha said to the monks this:
"No other form do I know, O monks, that so persists in obsessing the mind of a man as the form of a woman. The form of a woman persists in obsessing the mind of a man.
There are no more boundaries which can be recognized. Ideas, objects, space and time are no longer linear. The emptiness is without limit, continuously and without end. All things are dropped in the center of a limitless pool and the waves are set in motion forever. The grasp is that there is no grasp. Make peace with it.