La Petite Mort  

rm_connor696 60M
944 posts
11/10/2005 9:08 pm

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La Petite Mort

"The little death"--so a French colloquialism casts the orgasm. Of course, something seems dead wrong there, for as Ecclesiates reminds us, "the dead know nothing," and thus they certainly know nothing of pleasure.

But perhaps there are deaths and there are deaths. When Buddhists speak of enlightenment, they distinguish "nirvana with remainder" (the sort that enlightened beings achieve in this world) from "nirvana without remainder"--in a word, death without reincarnation. And that first sort, that mystical state wherein there is experience without ego, the state that Freud called "oceanic," is that not a death of self?

Well, maybe yes and maybe no. Suppose--as Nicholas Humphrey argues in A History of the Mind--that sensation not only is distinct from perception but preceeded it in our evolutionary development. What would it be like to be a creature of pure sensation, where each tickle, pain, flood of warmth, or wash of color is everywhere and nowhere (to borrow Pascal's description of God), where world and self merge in pure sensory quality? Not self but not not self, either. Imagine the sensations following one after another, a total state admitting no distiction, no peception, just pure being: neither "I taste something sweet" nor "I'm experiencing a sweet taste" but just "Sweet."

A sweet death that would be. An orgasmic one.

And then to live again, through love: "Was this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss."

Yeah, I'm a little drunk. So what? In vino veritas, or so they say. Prove me wrong.

rm_rsp54 58F
531 posts
11/11/2005 5:59 am

Truth in wine, that is why I suppose I don't drink it in any quantity. Every time I get drunk on wine, I get into some sort of trouble for speaking my mind.
Did you ever feel like you were being flooded with the sensations that surrounded you? This alone is intense and wonderful. To be a creature of pure sensation. Sometimes when I am in the properly adjusted head, experiencing orgasm approaches this. There are no edges, no shapes, just waves distributing pleasure. I don't know who, what, or where. I don't know which sex I am, nor do I care.
Don't get me started.Corned beef and hash, minus the corn beef, talking here. r

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
11/13/2005 12:39 pm

Drunk is a mood? Sorry brain no function good today, too many confusing words, I will get my dictionary and come back later.

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