Transcension via Body

I had a moment of sudden enlightenment yesterday.

Basically, I realized that hot women compel me to transcend mundane reality like WAY more than ugly women do. Wait, this is weird:

So I’m undeniably an organic entity with organic legs and organic arms. And whatever my spirit is, it’s connected to this shit/piss/puss/cum-shedding exterior and not in a loose way, either. Drugs, sex, violence, and bodily threats all send my mind/spirit into a headspin so anyway:

I mean, hot women make me think, explode, create. Most of my own personal development as a human can be linked in some way to an attempt to please or impress somebody sexy.

So anyway, I was thinking that this might be kind of the crux of the whole form being emptiness THING. Because after all, what can be more conventional and incidental than physical attraction? What can be more lacking of real, essential characteristic.

So maybe to let the muse move me is my highest form of liberation. Or perhaps by rejecting the flesh I will find an even higher form. Perhaps this perception of perfect alignment between my values and the desires of an external sucking system is fallacious. Oh man, that last sentence is awesome.

This is the best thing I’ve ever written.