Mental Progress, or Clarity no. 2

When I was growing up, I thought that love and sex were mutually exclusive. The impression I got was that sex was basically greedy, animalistic, callous. Love was emotional but sterile. In other words, to love someone basically doomed you to a lifetime of writing them letters from the other side of the room, lest your noble intentions be sullied, blah blah bullshit.

This now strikes me as... well, just completely wrong, and so very damaging. You might as well cut your brain in half with a knife as think along such divisive lines. Again, it's the yin and the yang. They aren't far apart, but constantly touching and flowing into each other. A person can be two things at once, and the body and the soul and the mind aren't enemies, for heaven's sake, they're friends. They can all operate at once, synergize. Christ. It's so obvious. I wish I could've processed this about a dozen years ago or so, but better late than never, I guess.

Postscript provided by Of Montreal:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSZKbvsWNK4

I used to think in black

While at my country seat

Now I'm peaking in so many ways

The gloom is in retreat

Yeah, the dark epoch is over

I found my efeblum

Then passed Ernst's mausoleum

Defended by a rook

Who shot a look so virulent

It pierced me like a hook

The palaver of solipsists

Exploding in my skull...

Yeah and we both despise

All of the academic swine

Who made the author of "Discuss Ulysses" benign

So what if Wednesday finds us

Wearing rabies parachutes?

Foaming like the melody,

A single fairy flute

The atmosphere is viscous,

We're sticking to the brine...

Yeah and we both despise

All of the academic swine

Who made the author of "Discuss Ulysses" benign

When the lanterns fill with finches

So begins the brawl

Their brains are like porcupines

And mine's a paper ball (x2)

I know they don't understand

They don't get us at all

Their moss mangles polyanthus

And mine's a paper ball