A Five-Seconds F**k

Anatomy of a F**k

In the 40 years that I have been learning the arts of self realization … one issue that stood out above all else … was the time … I inserted my p***k into the c**t of a friend … held it there for 5 seconds … and then took it out. It came at the end of a two year acquaintance … that had seemed perfect on all counts. So it had led to the salutary kiss from time to time … and then the day … we thought … we were going for it. But we were both married … and it appeared to us … that something sexual in that way … was way out of line.

 

In the ten years accompanying the event … the issue kept cropping up … as the specter of moral decay … in my disposition and brought me to great convulsion of mind. Specifically … it pitted the sensation of symbolic natures of the passions … against the factual nature of the physical … in the human experience. And each time the issue came up … I responded with … ' I didn't f**k her ' …  I had simply kept it there for 5 seconds  … does that constitute a f**k?'

 

The fact that it wasn't a f**k … was clear to everyone … and to every nature of inquiry … I could possibly have dreamt off. Soon … it began to raise issues … about other perceptions I had held about myself … based on the fondness of passionate appeals. Was I actually good-looking? … was I honest? … just what is the basis for such claims? On the other hand … my logical and reason based natures … were getting a first class education … in what actually constitutes factual natures. It was a riot.

 

On reflection … a man finds that any attempt at the practice of logic and reason … is encumbered by the social imperatives … about being too fussy. The passions raise a bulwark against too much inquiry … for in truth … all our experiences of love and care … are founded on the social practices … of commonly agreed norms … for social contact between one another. It cannot stand up to any rigorous inquiry about its origins … nor the truth of its content. Its there on account of circumstances … and time brings much in the way of normal changes ...to the way we view the contextual nature of the passions.

 

The experience … is the great God of temperance … that stands in a position between … the easy flowing sensations of the passions … and the fiery arrows of logical thinking. He is the cog in the wheel of life … that moderates between the two sides … and allows for our relationships … that are based on commonly agreed principles of decorum. And sometimes … such a God himself … comes under the hammer of inquiry … for the purported suggestions … and message of salvation … he had brought to us. Today as we approach the issue ourselves … as man is bound to do … we find its its basis unwieldy.

 

I have in the past so many years … stopped blaming anyone for anything. Not the Gods … not my parents … my friends … my wife … and certainly not the municipality bus service. But in such an all encompassing individual responsibility for everything … I also find a ridiculously sublime notion … of self capability … and self vanity … that encounters no denial of its claims. Certainly man's pristine impulses … of the early contact … between the instruments of the passions … and the physical environment of the earth … made much of the experience.

 

Today … in the experience of family … society … and friendships … we encounter much … that is no longer normal … and like the dvd player … moves swiftly at the intimations of the will. It would on account of that … take a new mind-set … to make contact with our passions again. And this time … we bring to it a suggested protocol … of what is social norm … and human standards. We are in that way … re-creating ourselves … beyond the first suggestion of creation … by the great one himself.

 

Its with such a view in mind … that I bring myself to review our society's endeavors … to re-create ourselves in these times. The initiative appears to be taken up by proponents of the gay / same sex issues … and while it may be possible to obtain legislative support for it … we are going to encounter the same issues … of decorum … between the passion and mind. Did we actually f**k? Did we actually marry each other? These must be questions that come up for our logical affirmation.

 

I ran into a gal at the food court here recently … when it appeared that the heavens had opened up … and we were staring at each other … without being able to take our eyes off. And that was in full view of all the customers there.  I had turned and walked away. We must hereafter … revise our standards of what is love. It is we … who are re-defining it anew … and bringing to it … our sole individual responsibility … for sustaining the relations.

 

I saw an American movie recently … that had me on the edge of the seat from start to finish. It was a brilliant portrayal of love and ambition in these times … from the pen of a bard … who put in perspective … the big issues. In the end … it was simply about doing the right thing. I came off … wondering about the way … we manage our public image … as a nation or society … in relation to the other societies of the world. It appears to me … that some staged suggestion … for our public common view is necessary. Certainly we can't be very different on an individual basis.

 

And for the rest of humanity … who grapples with the multiple images … of who were are … in our experiences … the place of start into that inquiry … is not too difficult to find. It starts with us. Our volition at expression … of our personality … need not be viewed as a panache … that assumes that we got everyone bending to our will. And where there's a suggestion of that … it doesn't need to solicit a response … in which a person … grows to do nothing more than deny … that they are. Its a state in which … the progeny and its creature of creation … share a converse relation with each other.