Promiscuous
im feeling so dreamy.
It’s amazing how powerful dreams can be. Those hazy, intangible imaginings that spring forth from the depths of our minds can arrest even our waking moments. Causing us to long and yearn for yet another taste, but alas, it is a process we cannot forcibly control.
i hate to admit it but ive been Promiscuous!
Promiscuity is the practice of making relatively casual and indiscriminate choices.
I dont understand why Promiscuity is discouraged by conservative modern day religions.
is being Promiscuous really that bad?
after all, we are all blessed with the gift of **finitude and God-given free will.
ouch!
My head is suddenly stricken w a sharp, splitting migraine.
Must be all the internal conversations that i am having w the left side of my brain.
its raining,
and somehow im finding amusement in watching droplets beat the window pane.
how melifluous and slight they are!
….then i ponder:
being forced to lead a mundane life is one thing.
thats bad enough.
choosing to lead a mundane life;
………………………
you might as well shoot yourself and hope that God will grant you another life. one more interesting than the one you left behind.
suddenly i’ve self-plummeted into a realm of introspective thoughts.
one which provides an escapism of sorts from the mundane, so casually termed as ‘daily life’.
I feel so Promiscuous. im my thoughts i mean.
im going to exercise my God-given free will for once, and introspect the evening away
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From the first drag of a morning ciggarette, to the weeping sinner prostrate at the stern foot of Christ;
From banal bar chatter to fervent Philosophical discourse;
From the sensual gyrations at clubs electric blue with decadence to the immaculately whirling forms of Ballet dancers;
From the quick-grab lunch, to intricate banquets and social gatherings;
From the one-night stand to the reverential gazes of old lovers at the sunset of their lives;
Everyday, is a face-to-face w our finitude**
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Every event: a filling of our time, somehow; every second, a choice.
The human condition is this: that we have this choice -
God-given free will.
But it is not our choices that measure our humanity.
No.
it is coming to terms with the understanding of why we have choice in the first place.
And so, increasingly, Im coming to comprehend that humanity;
true humanity
is realising this inescapable infinite finitude**.
And living w it, or more Promiscuously, just living.
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**Finitude:
We must be born w an intuition of mortality.
Before we know the words for it,
Before we know that there are words,
Out we come! bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all points of the compass, there is only one direction.
And time is its only measure.
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alas, thy Promiscuity shalt now end here. this contagion must be put to rest,
lest some mother-fucker come steal my thoughts.
