The opposite of sex is death. A proposition that seems simple to anyone who is not navigating too close to either boundary. Babies tend to cry when they are disturbed from sleep by a loud noise. And, all too coincidentally, so do the aged. One inheritance that is taken on from past generations is their characteristic sounds of distress. The style of a random cough and its characteristic rhythm seeming as if the recently departed generation before you has suddenly reappeared. Until it is realized that the sound is none but your own. An inherent desire after being disturbed from sleep to become still again and bereft of any strong sensation. Perhaps that is the bumping of rail cars in the astral sense? The seemingly inexhaustible presence of desire in the animal transition to active sexuality naturally inviting strong throbbing sensations as a panacea. A need to find and increasing level of intensity to a point so strong of a detonation that its effect seems to drop one straight down hurtling from the edge of a high cliff far above into an instantaneous impacting jolt of a soft pillow . That feeling of being shocked from one state of extreme movement to complete rest in a single instant being the payoff of same. It might suggest that an instantaneous and violent death could present such a lofty plateau to create an ‘ultimate’ rush but it would be, at least for those of us engaged in living within this realm, a one time rush.
If the collective sense of humanity is encapsulated both within one as well as without for the entire course of existence, could one also speculate that the larger definition of this experience infers what might be for some a possible tyranny? The seemingly endless variation of types of human manifestations in physical appearance and an endless number of quirks in demeanor being a irritating conundrum. A curse to have to be endured? Or at other times, a blessing one is lucky to be part of? The, “more than two is a crowd“, part also in evidence resting solidly at the end of each of life’s two most extreme polarities. The ancients, some say, were focused upon the power of vibration and the propagation of energy within the detectable realm to motivate the more mysterious undetectable regions. Those who bridle their perceptions with the agreeable theorems of modern science can comfortably experience the maddening spaciousness of the sub-atomic universe with a knowing comfort like the surround of bedroom walls at night. The issue being to allow a greater more tolerant awareness of chaos in order to find a means to control it. What could be more immediately chaotic than the interfacing of different individuals, or species? The universe surrounding generally seeming calm lost static by comparison. Yet detectable phenomena is equally manifest on either side of perception. The impossibly gigantic manifestation sailing past from nowhere being relentlessly cleaved into the ever smaller multiplicity disappearing the other way. The most minuscule becoming unexpectedly palpable and eventually enlarging to an unheard of size so much that obliterates everything else. So it seems to be be some endless number of forms and definitions that all share the same perplexing sense of opposition of boundaries that go forth or recede in basic definition.
The simple cycle of animal breath in counterpoint with that indispensable rhythm of the heart being an intellectual constant that for many long held esoteric viewpoints is the fundamental engine that any sense of self awareness must depend upon. Without the interaction of either one there is no possibility of awareness one can experience within this realm. The interference of the unexpectedly chaotic from without, or within, having a palpably dramatic effect upon one’s outlook and its unadulterated continuation. The usual reaction of trying to recede into stasis through the supplication of one’s familiar needs being perpetuated as a ‘normal‘ type of activity to ‘eternally‘ enshrine. An organized culture interjecting benign abstractions that reflect the singular goals of special individuals as being more desirable to the general benefit of a more harmonious whole. National sports and similar ‘acceptable‘ pastimes provide the assurance of this kind of stability but do not serve as a realistic redoubt to hide one’s self behind to escape those unexpected shifts away from more fundamental necessities. Death cannot be avoided by embracing the oblivion of anonymous existence in a like-minded community as an overcoat. Perhaps the same can be said about life? One cannot avoid the sense of singular destiny that may have been handed down unconsciously by their nearest ancestors. The rhyme and reason behind this, simply following that same path of discernible repetitions that have become so ingrained that we refer to them as incontrovertible. The grand joke of such convoluted speculations being that it can only describes the journey and not the starting point, Or if it really exists, the end?