Well, "just existing" is kind of dangerous. Staying alive requires keeping an eye on your surroundings and being able to anticipate what's going to happen next.

Take something you usually become fascinated with, sex. During the act the mind is completely shut off from all things except the act at hand, and you just exist in that moment of space and time, but as soon as it's over you start to think of what you have to do tomorrow, wash up, is it trash day and so forth. I think it's only the most intense moments of people's lives that they truly experience just being rather than trying to do something with a great purpose. What's so scary about just existing? Why aren't we content with that? I think it's because we work our entire life to avoid being still because being still often refers subconsciously to being dead.


People just aimlessly abide this fear that if we stop to smell the roses one too many times we'll stop existing all together.

It is interesting to see sex laid beside death because that has been a poetical reference since forever, and it may have to do with the death wish; but I do not think you have captured sex as an experience... Some times people just bump their uglies or rub one off; but when it was good for me I always wished for a zipper down my back so I could turn my skin inside out and wrap it all around her to feel her all at once... What did Catulus say to his friend: Venus and her cupids gave my girl an unguent, and when you smell it, all you'll want the Gods to do is make you one gigantic nose to smell it always with... I would like to have such a nose...Some times love making is so incredibly pleasurable that it takes away the power of death and the fear of life... So often we have to rush through love and into work, or work so hard we forget about love...Done right, the right love has the power to make every act of life an act of love....One does not leave it but to come back hungry for it and eager, ready to adore, willing to slave for it, desirous of sensing love with every sense, and taking from it all spiritual connection with ones love...Any dog can have sex...One must be an artist to become ones art, and a lover to love...

It's not so much the act of sex I'm capturing here though, or any other specific act, rather just any moment in which you're caught up in. Sex is just a good example, because even though (and I agree), that people more now then ever just bump uglies to get "one" off, in that very moment in which you do get off you're captivated.

Let's use another example, like horror. Lets say you're rummaging through your drawer and all of a sudden down comes from your ceiling this Xenomorph from the Alien franchise with Sigourney Weaver. "HOLY ****" now what? The only thing going through your mind is, "wow... how scary, I do NOT want to die here" and your adrenaline rushes and (hopefully) you reach safety. After the whole ordeal, you begin to think, "Oh man, my dog's still inside, when can I get back home? I'll never be able to do that thing now," and so forth. You almost immediately after the horrifying moment of near death begin to climb right back into your over crowded schedule and thought patterns, but in that moment, you and that alien were the only two things existing PERIOD.

You can apply this to any extreme point of any emotion, but you can never just feel like that. Short of acting, you can't just exist in any moment unless an extreme variable presents itself. :Glasses: <---totally awesome

Take something you usually become fascinated with, sex. During the act the mind is completely shut off from all things except the act at hand, and you just exist in that moment of space and time, but as soon as it's over you start to think of what you have to do tomorrow, wash up, is it trash day and so forth. I think it's only the most intense moments of people's lives that they truly experience just being rather than trying to do something with a great purpose. What's so scary about just existing? Why aren't we content with that? I think it's because we work our entire life to avoid being still because being still often refers subconsciously to being dead.


People just aimlessly abide this fear that if we stop to smell the roses one too many times we'll stop existing all together.

It is interesting to see sex laid beside death because that has been a poetical reference since forever, and it may have to do with the death wish; but I do not think you have captured sex as an experience... Some times people just bump their uglies or rub one off; but when it was good for me I always wished for a zipper down my back so I could turn my skin inside out and wrap it all around her to feel her all at once... What did Catulus say to his friend: Venus and her cupids gave my girl an unguent, and when you smell it, all you'll want the Gods to do is make you one gigantic nose to smell it always with... I would like to have such a nose...Some times love making is so incredibly pleasurable that it takes away the power of death and the fear of life... So often we have to rush through love and into work, or work so hard we forget about love...Done right, the right love has the power to make every act of life an act of love....One does not leave it but to come back hungry for it and eager, ready to adore, willing to slave for it, desirous of sensing love with every sense, and taking from it all spiritual connection with ones love...Any dog can have sex...One must be an artist to become ones art, and a lover to love...

Well said Fido. See, we don't disagree on everything, ha! Let's not get making love and having sex confused. They are entirely different.

William