Life is one big orgasm. From the day we are born until the day we die, we experience joy, pain, love and suffering. We go down endless passages to hell and climb endless staircases to heaven. We have mega highs and minor lows and sometimes the other way around. We have experiences that we cannot describe and others that we would sooner not. We lay in bed at the end of a day that was beyond our wildest dreams. We silently pray that tomorrow will be the day when at least one of our wishes comes true. Or we pray that the present one will never end.
Some of us discover ecstatic orgasms. Earth shaking, mind blowing, out of body experiences that rival anything we ever saw in a movie, but just as transient. Some of us go through life faking fantastic orgasms. Some of us never take risks, never open our hearts, never open our minds. We seek shelter from anything that might excite our senses or become moments of rapture. We hide behind large oak trees where no one will see us. We play hide and seek with life from the time we wake up until the time we go to sleep. Why, oh why the muse in us asks? But there is no one there to answer our whys.
Mysteries like orgasms assail us at the most inopportune times. An orgasm has been described as something we think that we can never get enough of. Endless feelings of bliss fuse our bodies together in a symphony on earth. However, life does not provide a never-ending chorus. Like the seasons that come and go and go and come, our experiences are fleeting. We wish that we could hold onto them forever, but our efforts always prove that it is an impossible dream. There is a satanic spirit who lurks in the shadows ready to snatch our happiness from us. God fiddles while we are tormented.
My fantasies of endless orgasms always proves too much for my feeble body. In truth, it may just be one or two that I want, but that is more than enough. I need to undergo a superhuman rejuvenation before even that is possible again. The movies show stars having incredible sex that never stops. The reality is that most marriages in Hollywood break up before the movie is over.
Our lives are full of blond goddesses and studs with six pack abs who promise orgasms that not even Buddha could not imagine. The world sells us on the idea of one big orgasmic oyster, just waiting for us to open the shell and swallow. Alas, we eat the smaller than expected oyster and find that we cannot afford another one. Have you seen the prices for oysters these days?
Well, tomorrow is another day, and the cycle of life goes on. We run after joy like rats on a treadmill only to discover that it evaporates as soon as we find it. There is no endless joy or happiness or pain or suffering on earth. It is all a mirage. As Shakespeare said, “Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.” We are nothing but brief candles that flicker for a short time and then go out. Our hopes for endless orgasms are as delusional as the love that often accompanies them.
Pack up your fantasies my friend and move on. Perhaps an endless orgasm awaits you just around the next corner.
On some primal level, we all live by an unseen law of rhythm. The rhythm of the universe controls an eternal dance between the atoms and molecules that make up our existence. This natural rhythm imparts an inexorable symmetry to all of life. A regulated succession of strong and weak elements of opposite and contrasting conditions that becomes the master of all that we do. Buddhists call it the Yin and Yang of being.
In countless ways, we observe that there is fundamentally no difference between writing or between a piece of choreography and the changing climate. Creativity is carved out of the passion that is in everything we do. The body and mind embrace in a never-ending minuet. The music ebbs and flows. Our love is gentle, restrained, then wild and feral. Mornings, afternoons, evenings, and nights fuse with the seasons of spring, summer, fall and winter. The harsh gales of November resonate in the refrains of Tchaikovsky and Beethoven. “Summer Breeze” by Seals and Crofts ushers in the scorching days of July. Poetry rings out in the rap music of the streets while the mellow voices of choir singers comfort the soul. All things are one say the mystics. If my writing is one with all things, will the tempo of my words cool, heat, soothe or disrupt the fashions of life?
We are all dust in the wind but our rhythms echo through the halls of time. The most unforgettable and amazing repetitions will continue as long as humans walk the earth. Coded in the numerous ways we have of capturing the rhythm of our lives. Some code in music, some in text and some in clay. Some codes are dynamic, some peaceful, some violent and some sad. We write our lyrics, pen our verses, create our stanzas, and design our choreography. All efforts guided by the unseen law of rhythm. Now we are hard, now we are brittle. Now we roar and now we snore.
The rhythm of life runs through our heart beats. It runs through literature. It runs through music. Great music has rhythms that exhibit great variation. Fast, slow, moderate than fast again. Interesting speakers have a sense of rhythm in their talks. Have you ever heard a lecture or a sermon without rhythm? It will put you to sleep in less than five minutes. Writing and speaking, just like music, must contain elements of rhythm. A heart without rhythm ceases to beat. Writing without rhythm is boring. Life without rhythm is death.
Regardless of whether the media intentionally want to keep the race close or not, there is no denying that the candidate who is the most obnoxious, the most outrageous and the most sensational will garner the most press. Trump has been well aware of this and has continually manipulated the media into providing him billions of dollars in free advertising. The fickle public seems to swing from one candidate to the other depending on who they see in the news. Trump has undoubtedly benefitted from his ability to keep the press absorbed with his every utterance regardless of how inane they are. He can tweet at 2AM in the morning and be assured that Fox News will carry his tweet on the 7 AM morning news.
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