To cocoon, or not to cocoon? How fragile the human ego? The interplay of desire unleashed to the limit of its chain and then yanked back again. So prevalent among modern women taking it up to the point of play but fearful of sensuality. Men grapple and women caress was the old adage of the past. But now so many are encouraged to circumvent their passions in abstractions that avoid the point of the struggle they felt drawn to to begin with. And their most vulnerable side is wrested from them through meaningless agitation as a smoke screen to cover up the tenuous nature of their vulnerability. Imagine the commitment of offering one’s hand to the touch of a stranger without the immediate hope of reciprocation. Fully revealing for a moment the sensual nature of the simple action to the vagaries of the fickle resonses of another. Most rely upon a Kabuki doctrine of escapes and ‘get out of jail’ free scenarios that are learned by rote through the popular media. We are all cast as voyeurs watching our lives from a removed platform in 3rd party space. We carry a picture frame around with us in this sense that we cast up before others, expecting the most desirable result that we think is due to something in our presentation. This artificiality is the death of any chance of intimacy and spontaneity. So many end up caught by their own poorly posed reactions in a lifelong cat and mouse chase. The electricity of sparks may come from the repression of the outward expression of feeling but like any capacitor, energy must ultimately flow in direct proportion to the amount of charge that is initially withheld. Funny how no one can escape the fundamental reality of themselves? As we are born to a world run by the pantomimes and shadows of cinema, we all eventually become actors. The only question becomes, is our performance ‘honest’ enough?
The Sensual Nature Of Things Artificial