The Inevitable Return to Sensuality
ne doesn’t understand the beauty of something until he sensually experiences it. If a photograph which contains
the most beautiful the world can conjure is presented before one’s eyes, one sees the beauty of the image alone, and not of what it contains. One
sees only the photograph. Michelangelo’s work on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel can only be fathomed by laying on the beautiful cold marble
floor, breathing the musky air, somehow fundamentally in love with gravity, gazing upward as the man himself had surely done. No photo can ever
As we box ourselves in further, confining ourselves to our screens and walls limiting the very sensuality we sometimes fear, we suffer, longing for
what is behind, what is beyond, where nature and sensuality await us. What do we experience when we finger our apps and buttons, clicking our way
through images and abstractions of that which lies directly out the nearby window? Can this be healthy?
There’s a reflection in the screen. It’s us, sensual, in the moment, experiencing through every pore, but sitting there, still, unmoved,
forgetting, entranced by the light emanating from the glass in front of us, and the melody of symbols that gather there. We are living, and this is
how we are doing it—seated with ass to chair, safe and tucked away in our little corner, seemingly oblivious to the fundamental chaos around us, as
we calmly retire from our sensuality.
When everything within us stops moving, we die. Why do we try to stop moving? What is it we fear about that chaos that flows through us, the constant
din of movement animating us? Our legs long to step over rocks along western shores, to run free as every manifestation of movement does; yet, to
many, they provide nothing but something to sit on. Our bodies yearn to feel something new, providing us with the memories that inspire happiness upon
the reflection of our lives. What memories do getting lost in a screen provide?
Sensuality is a first principle, yet we do more to hide this fact than embrace it. It is our relationship with everything. It is through our senses we
learn to love and laugh. A light caress, a profoundly beautiful scent and touch of a warm lover can change everything, and negate all previous ideas
of love. The sight, sound and smell of a beautiful forest or mountain are burned into the memory, reminding us that out there, beyond the screens,
nothing else can possibly be more beautiful.
Smell your screen, touch it, look at it, taste it, now you are experiencing it as you should, sensual and alive, as physical as it is, body in motion
and feeling, physis
, and no longer merely the dull reflection we can hardly recognize. We begin to remember.
Beyond the screen is the chaos of world and what we make of it. For too long we’ve shamed our sensuality, our bodily arousal and the chaos it brings
in favour of self-negation, self-denial and the retiring from life into spirit. To what end?
Dance, sing, laugh, play, and love with every sense. Live first, remember well, and die later.
Perhaps, words to live by? Perhaps something to
Thank you for reading,