The Irrepressible Pulses of the Jungle

The Irrepressible Pulses of the Jungle
© Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983, 2012, 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Today, we know nothing. We accept everything. The truths of
yesterday are gone and we are too clever, too chic, too modern, to search for
new truths. Having a taste of freedom, we are slow to begin buidling new
cages, which trap and enslave and then melt as castles on the beach in the
face of implacable time.
‘In such a condition, can one be blamed for reverting to the pleasures of
the senses and the sensuality of the body as the only truths we can know? Yet
this base nature we can quickly know too well. If we plunge directly to its
depths without preparation and care. For to surrender to sensuality is to
confirm the dark suspicion that long has been luring within, hulking over
us …that in the end, we are but animals. If we are but animals, then we are
but dust. If we are but dust, then…
‘In reality something has already been learned from this preoccupation
with the body. A hope has begun to emerge. First, as man and woman have
become preoccupied with their bodies, the myths from the past concerning
this body have been brushed aside. Factual information about sex and the
body has been gained which will be important to building the future. Second,
preoccupation with the body has given man and woman the final proof he
and she have needed to convince themselves that they are indeed animals.
The comparison between the anatomies of man and woman ‘Today, we know nothing. We accept everything. The truths of
yesterday are gone and we are too clever, too chic, too modern, to search for
new truths. Having a taste of freedom, we are slow to begin buidling new
cages, which trap and enslave and then melt as castles on the beach in the
face of implacable time.
‘In such a condition, can one be blamed for reverting to the pleasures of
the senses and the sensuality of the body as the only truths we can know? Yet
this base nature we can quickly know too well. If we plunge directly to its
depths without preparation and care. For to surrender to sensuality is to
confirm the dark suspicion that long has been luring within, hulking over
us …that in the end, we are but animals. If we are but animals, then we are
but dust. If we are but dust, then…
‘In reality something has already been learned from this preoccupation
with the body. A hope has begun to emerge. First, as man and woman have
become preoccupied with their bodies, the myths from the past concerning
this body have been brushed aside. Factual information about sex and the
body has been gained which will be important to building the future. Second,
preoccupation with the body has given man and woman the final proof he
and she have needed to convince themselves that they are indeed animals.
The comparison between the anatomies of man and woman the stomping of feet, the whirling of skirts. In the primal band is there Love,
the true sharing of blood, which our flesh craves. In the whirl of the skirt are
we made one. We are made brothers and sisters in the flesh. And this
brotherhood and sisterhood of human beings, which we are fast gaining, will
also be essential to the creation of the future.’