Madison Avenue knows this, pimps know this, and a few other people know this: sex sells. Sex is a commodity. Is it?
No. Tacit, intangible, palpable, real it is. Sex is not a commodity. It is the primal paradox from which we originate. Primal not primordial: I like absolutes, this one is one of my favorites. There is something absolute about sex. A fact long forgotten by the so-called western culture is that an orgasm can be a most fundamental spiritual experience.
For the time being, I will suppose that necessity drives sustainability. Our needs are simple: food, shelter, spirituality and connectivity. We are social animals with the power of language. This is who we are on this planet.
It is not just men that think about sex every eight minutes or so, women tend be right there with the same stats. Still I found myself at this conference not even thinking about it, even when Hugh had his blog up on the big screen displaying a matter of much controversy these days: a cartoon. A penis somehow does not get anybody bent out or shape anymore. Why is that that even the presence of such evident symbology, sex was not on my mind?
I had to think about that one for awhile. It is not like I had not thought of it in the morning when I woke up and did not want to get out of bed. By the time that I got in the train and started playing with what I had been writing, the idea of sex was long long gone. Now, if you know me, you know that I am rather sexist, and that I am not prude. Still, there are occasions when all my needs – food, shelter, spirituality and connectivity – are fully satisfied and the physical abstraction of sex vanishes. Yes, it vanishes, and I am left in a rather clear and serene world, that one the spirit that we share.
I do not know how I got to this point, but I suspect it comes from years and years of meditation and martial arts, and a continual quest into what discipline is. It occurred to me that in the conference I sensed something that I do not find often at conferences, there was a certain calmness, people were polite and considerate, there was a taste of zen in the whole thing. I sensed it, or did I imagine it?
I will leave this meme here for now.