Spirals It's funny to me that I have such love for directness and efficiency, yet my path is riddled with spirals and catapults that send me back several paces and usually leave me disoriented.
What is simpler than the attraction of a fella to a gal?
Depends on the fella.
For me, it kicked off a bizarre chain of torments and revelations. Writing the details here would constitute cruel and unusual punishment on you, the reader, so I'll skip to the result.
I've come to the end of sensual desire as it pertains to male-female relations. Be they sexual or romantic. I honestly have no interest left within me. Most shockingly, even a perfect ass stirs no reaction. It doesn't seem possible, I know. However, it is so.
I have regained the clarity and focus I had twenty years ago.
I know what I'm doing. I know what I was made to do.
Long way to go, though.
The Taoist grand view of accomplishment keeps me on track: Perfect freedom in perfect fusion with the cosmic order.
If you understand it's meaning, you understand it's power.  ¶ 12:20 p.m.