zoning...

It's 4am and I'm playing with hierarchical ascension mechanisms again, looking for some depth while skimming the surface of the absurd, still running headfirst into the cult of absolutes and finding zilch in the way of anything concrete beyond marginal coincidence and shear luck of the draw while hype and leverage dance amok across my horizon. I may have been able to narrow down one possible minimal absolute. It may be something to build on.

I believe it is possible there is an absolute within a brief moment within the midst of orgasm. Not the orgasm itself but a part of it. Of course, this microsecond is probably different for most, but we are talking micro. There seems to be a jettisoning of all external influence within that moment; the realm of a microsecond in a state of complete and total nothingness. We don't care how we got to that place, we don't care about the potentials of residuals when or if we ever leave it. The moment is without reference to time and space. My guess is the reason it is of such short duration is due to our greater historical existence of not being too far up on the food chain. Submerging into a moment of nothingness even for a microsecond could result in becoming a tasty morsel for some beasty a little more singly focused. I wonder if predators can sense this departure from the physical world... the one where the barbecue resides.

I think product is passe. There is too much of the same stuff being sold for the same reasons. Patents expire. Exclusivity is short-lived. Everything becomes a commodity. The only thing left is religion. We sell religion and there are millions to choose from. Basically, if one does this then that will happen. To secure this concept, one must have validation and that comes in the way of believer or follower accumulation. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, the admittance into the current religion of supposed choice is accomplished by the swipe of a credit card. Would it not be just too cool to be able to transcend to this place at will, to roam about conversing with others in this realm? Would the microsecond seem more like hours once you've made it to the other side? Is this the place where the invisible man resides? What would happen if our abilities and talents to tip-toe through this eye of the storm were an end all to arguments?

"Shut up... I have had way more orgasms than you and you don't know what the fuck you are talking about."

...something like that...