I think you asked me what my favorite colors were, much of our conversation was hazy as I, like you was very tired and, maybe had too many Scotches in me, but I think my reply was black, (which you liked), pink, and yellow. Although white is very nice too. So the picture. Maybe this would be my context of yellow. But what I really want you to read is the text about how I think about some things below. I am sharing these images with you. It is just what I find artful, sensual and attractive.
Life…is about sensuality and art. Living well is about filling ones life with art. Poetry, music, books, fashion, good food lovingly prepared, great architecture, gardens, and an endless litany of creations of the human mind and soul, all of the visions and dreams of human kind brought to fruition and reality. Living well is all about sensuality. It is why we have bodies and minds and skin that responds, and hearts that swell with gladness and fill with love and gladness and pain that we can feel. Feeling is about sensuality. The touch of a warm breeze on your cheek, an impending orgasm, a paper cut, feeling the sand beneath your toes walking on the beach, the rich sweet taste of Vietnamese coffee, the sound of ocean waves lulling you to sleep, the experience of falling to sleep, the lush other-reality of dreaming, fabrics on the skin, racing cars, going to the moon, the list is endless and goes on forever. It is why we are here.
Human kind is the creator in the image of its creator. Everything we do, from the most basic instinct and one of our existence’s most basic and prime directives and drivers; is about sex. Sex is all about art and creativity and exploration. It is about love and appreciation and surrender and being completely vulnerable to another human being, and happy and willing to be. It is about giving and sharing, making another’s needs and experiences a part of your own, sharing on a level that is supremely personal and private and difficult to do. The more difficult the gift to give and receive, the more important and Godly it becomes.
God is all that is and all that ever was, and all that ever will be. It is matter and energy that can neither be created or destroyed. But because it is all, it cannot know itself. There are no definitions or boundaries. It simply is and in that sense exists in a void. But, if it gave all its power to free willed sentient and conscious entities, it is free in an endless way to explore its limits and boundaries and wonders. Hmmm…maybe humans can serve that purpose in a way that nothing else can.
Just like what I am but with a corporeal body that can experience things in ways I am unable to in my present and omnipotent limitless form. So I will give them all, but with limits since I don’t know what might happen, but want to know what can happen.
I will make sexuality a prime and overriding directive so that they will multiply endlessly and not limit human expression by their lack of numbers, knowing this will affect their art and literature and fashion, and power struggles and quest for money and power over one another, and this will create conflict and pain for many, but it must be a creative act. Or the need to procreate will not survive and the exploration at some point will stagnate or eventually cease, and it will not survive.
Sexuality will ultimately drive or compel or affect everything these sentient beings do in one way or the another, and until they figure this out, they will continue to not understand what it is they are about and why they exist.
Ultimately, humans will learn that living is about what they experience and not what they have. That things only enhance their experiences but that the experience is far more important than the thing or the act. Because that is what I desire. The experience. I desire to feel the experience in a million different ways… who and what I am and what is to experience and be. It is the only way I can know myself and what it is that is my power and definition and what is I can and have created.