I never thought in my entire life I'd be tired of sex. I seriously don't ever want to see a naked woman with a perfect body ever again. Now I understand those guys who prefer obese women. Perfection can get stale after awhile. You need a little character now and then-a little asymmetry, something out of sync, something dissonant, some offhanded odor that makes a smelling salt seem like a summer's breeze.
Actually, I'm in the doghouse right now.
And frankly, I couldn't much care. I have about 5 sperm left, and I'm counting on saving at least one of the little bastards.
This leads me to my moment of zen, courtesy of Alex G:
Let us humbly bend our necks and ask ourselves the following:
"If a man makes a statement
deep in the middle of a forest
where no woman can hear him...
Is he still wrong?"
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If it's not one thing it's another.
Just do as your told.
Oh yes, I know. And knowing that makes the struggle mor palatable. In life you cannot win, you cannot be free, there is no liberation, only ceaseless mountain climbing to new vistas that become uninteresting up and up forever.
I guess this should mean I can quit incarnating now right? No more desire? I think that the yogis should have realized that the quickest and easiest way to fulfill all desires in males is to eliminate the secretion of testosterone. It's much easier than meditation. And all human desire is driven by innate chemistry, not souls. This is how I know that all spiritual theory is based on neural noise. But that said, I want to try psilocybin.
i'll do it with you.
pick a good environ and set a date.
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