Dear Steele: My state of wonder is a constant oscillation between thinking I am full of wisdom and full of shit.
What would it be like to experience life in a constant state of euphoria, like a perpetual moment before an organism without the culmination? The Yogi from Sex and the City says that is what his celibacy is all about: foreplay that never ends. Instead of climaxing, we would live on the plateau, highly aroused, in constant flow, sustaining equilibrium between tension and arousal.
Men have a physiological condition associated with the frustration of unreleased sexual tension. Apparently some jurors are still out as to whether it is actually a mythological condition rather than a physiological one. While some lay claim to a form of ‘blue walls’, which is the corresponding female condition, I am convinced it is a male infliction; just as most men have the unfortunate displeasure of long recovery periods between potential multiple orgasms, whereas the refractory period for women is often quite instantaneous.
Suppose we were able to control our sexuality such that we could convert the euphoria of the moment before into other forms of energy, like passion for work, or love of the other, or healing for our bodies. This would probably be a much more difficult journey for men, but also more pleasurable, considering they would have to overcome the physiological challenges.