> > We meld. > > > > Unity. > > > > Bliss. Vaj, what don't you understand about my words above? Of course it's all about merging into unity, and eroticism is merely a path to it.
Er, does ya want me to work up a sacred version of this kind of sensuality? Does ya want to be a fly on the wall when a Sat Yuga couple get it on? If you do, remember that I'm a word machine, and remember too that Sat Yuga lasts four times longer than Kali Yuga, so my description of a Sat Yugan fuck fest will necessarily expand so's to, er, flesh out, such a situation. I mean, really, all I'd have to do is take the original words and actions and make them into some sort of puja moves and recitations, and I would then only have to put the sacred emotional meanings into the mix. You know, "He touched her clit while saying "I love you," while feeling the delicacy of that act's boundaries and the yin yang back and forthing of the waves of energy the two minds shared. Toss in some "OMG, you're Shiva" type statements with some "OMG you're Parvati" statements and you've got a real Sat Yuga sweat fest that'll turn your parchmented scriptures into a sticky mulch. Edg > Mrtyunjaya and Surasundari, forgetting that the basis of yoga, was not > being attached to the fruit of their actions, fell into the attachment > of romance and sexy tantric fun. While remembering that tantra is the > fastest way to enlightenment, they forgot that it's also the fastest > way to hell. A howling pit appeared at the corner of their bed-place, > breathing tamasic smells and vibrations. Supremely attached to the > lust of result as their faux-spiritual practice, Mrtyunjaya and > Surasundari were transported to the realm of the rakshasas in a puff > of sulfurous funk. >
