COITUS OR MAKING LOVE

Now you have planted your seed and it has taken root and spreads 

through all my senses filling my mind with the joy of union. It is as 

if we have found the dwelling place of gods where the all is so 

excrutiatingly wonderful that life takes on a new dimension and is 

more whole.

Life is another where the contemplation of the mundane is personified 

in an act so full of bliss ones ego swallowed up i, a fresh vigour 

screams it's fervour in the heart and all essenses flow freely about 

all cells communicate with each other in a choir if such beauty that 

one could die in it.

For this bliss must be the ultimate goal of our nature, this so extreme 

joy revealing the understanding of life's meaning which is in the end the 

simple act of making love. What more wonderful in this human world can 

be greater than this experience? No creed of conduct can surpass that 

of intimate communion with another and some translate this into the 

act of faith an imagined outside fantasy that is conjured up by our 

fickle brains to steer our minds with the drug of extreme 

delight. Hence all the jolly over happy religious people who never stop 

smiling and trying to tell all others to come with them on their 

imagined journey to an idealistic heaven somewhere outside themselves. 

Whereas heaven is within our own hearts expressable by our lives our 

meetings with our fellow beings the love and sympathy, harmony and 

discord that, crashing between us, make up a balanced peace in our 

consciouness.

No more nor less is the fervent aim of all life. Be it a human or an 

insect or a bird, the area we live in is our home and there we nurture 

the quality of that life in whatever way we are equipped to do so. The 

genes dictating so much from our forefathers and our animal cells not 

always to our satisfaction. But that's what we've got and we have to 

make the best of it.

We are. And if we are in danger or great pain, we question our worth, but 

somehow despite all ills, our spirit, or whatever it is that gives us 

life in the first place, wills us on to live. The why of that fact is 

the strangest contemplation. Why does all wish to live? We don't know 

and we never shall.