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y this on a personal level—having the intensity of love, which I am also<br />
quite addicted to, without the possibility of betrayal.<br />
Each morning that I would wake up from these dreams I would try to<br />
recall the events of the ceremony, and I would be at a loss. If I say it was<br />
a form of communion and maybe you laugh, or think I’m either joking or<br />
insane. But that’s exactly what it was.<br />
The tension of this as it contrasted the reality of my limited nature has<br />
even, at times, driven me to such discomfort that I literally wonder if I<br />
can continue existing here, in this body, within these bonds. I can think<br />
of no other way for us to break through our barriers then by finding our<br />
love, and uniting with it—in fury, in passion, or in tenderness, as per our<br />
nature. Not a slow process in pathologically oriented therapy, but a thunderbolt,<br />
experienced again and again, until we are broken and reshaped<br />
by it and our true fearless nature can make itself known.<br />
Here I am, in a room filled with the pantheon of Western and Eastern<br />
Philosophers, most long dead—and I wonder if it was this very conflict<br />
of possibility and actuality, this burning potentiality locked in each of us,<br />
which was the real cause for Nietzsche’s insanity?<br />
This tendency was still very subterranean in me, though I speak of it<br />
here in the open. There were many things about myself that I couldn’t yet<br />
admit. In my conscious life I remained monogamous or celibate, and had<br />
little inkling of what was really gnawing at me. I worried constantly<br />
about the “other guy.” All of my previous relationships had been a<br />
struggle with jealousy, borne in an ungrounded or incomplete sense of<br />
myself. So long as we remain incapable of complete self-sufficiency, we<br />
will have the rug pulled out from under us again and again right when we<br />
feel we need it most.<br />
The fact that I constantly found myself unsatisfied seemed symptom<br />
enough of an oversight in my present way of doing things. I don’t have<br />
the answers but I do know a faulty system when I see one. This system I<br />
have been operating is not my system, it is the system handed to me by<br />
my culture.<br />
These dreams started at an early age. I found writing from when I was<br />
fourteen already discussing “the Dionysian cult.” What I was hitting on<br />
here was the basis of a religion that made sense to me. You can even see<br />
it etymologically: religion, religio or religare, to bind or to yoke. Yoga,<br />
to bind or yoke. It is the binding of the microcosm to the macrocosm. Of<br />
subject and object. Or yin and yang. And, unless the sacrament is profaned,<br />
what is sex but the binding of self to other? What is it if not the<br />
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