{"id":475,"date":"2018-07-20T17:15:34","date_gmt":"2018-07-20T17:15:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hippieelmo.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=475"},"modified":"2018-07-20T17:15:34","modified_gmt":"2018-07-20T17:15:34","slug":"the-irrepressible-pulses-of-the-jungle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cftheater.info\/blog\/?p=475","title":{"rendered":"The Irrepressible Pulses of the Jungle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">The Irrepressible Pulses of the Jungle<br \/>\n\u00a9 Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983, 2012, 2015. All Rights Reserved.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8216;Today, we know nothing. We accept everything. The truths of<br \/>\nyesterday are gone and we are too clever, too chic, too modern, to search for<br \/>\nnew truths. Having a taste of freedom, we are slow to begin buidling new<br \/>\ncages, which trap and enslave and then melt as castles on the beach in the<br \/>\nface of implacable time.<br \/>\n&#8216;In such a condition, can one be blamed for reverting to the pleasures of<br \/>\nthe senses and the sensuality of the body as the only truths we can know? Yet<br \/>\nthis base nature we can quickly know too well. If we plunge directly to its<br \/>\ndepths without preparation and care. For to surrender to sensuality is to<br \/>\nconfirm the dark suspicion that long has been luring within, hulking over<br \/>\nus &#8230;that in the end, we are but animals. If we are but animals, then we are<br \/>\nbut dust. If we are but dust, then&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8216;In reality something has already been learned from this preoccupation<br \/>\nwith the body. A hope has begun to emerge. First, as man and woman have<br \/>\nbecome preoccupied with their bodies, the myths from the past concerning<br \/>\nthis body have been brushed aside. Factual information about sex and the<br \/>\nbody has been gained which will be important to building the future. Second,<br \/>\npreoccupation with the body has given man and woman the final proof he<br \/>\nand she have needed to convince themselves that they are indeed animals.<br \/>\nThe comparison between the anatomies of man and woman\u00a0&#8216;Today, we know nothing. We accept everything. The truths of<br \/>\nyesterday are gone and we are too clever, too chic, too modern, to search for<br \/>\nnew truths. Having a taste of freedom, we are slow to begin buidling new<br \/>\ncages, which trap and enslave and then melt as castles on the beach in the<br \/>\nface of implacable time.<br \/>\n&#8216;In such a condition, can one be blamed for reverting to the pleasures of<br \/>\nthe senses and the sensuality of the body as the only truths we can know? Yet<br \/>\nthis base nature we can quickly know too well. If we plunge directly to its<br \/>\ndepths without preparation and care. For to surrender to sensuality is to<br \/>\nconfirm the dark suspicion that long has been luring within, hulking over<br \/>\nus &#8230;that in the end, we are but animals. If we are but animals, then we are<br \/>\nbut dust. If we are but dust, then&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8216;In reality something has already been learned from this preoccupation<br \/>\nwith the body. A hope has begun to emerge. First, as man and woman have<br \/>\nbecome preoccupied with their bodies, the myths from the past concerning<br \/>\nthis body have been brushed aside. Factual information about sex and the<br \/>\nbody has been gained which will be important to building the future. Second,<br \/>\npreoccupation with the body has given man and woman the final proof he<br \/>\nand she have needed to convince themselves that they are indeed animals.<br \/>\nThe comparison between the anatomies of man and woman\u00a0the stomping of feet, the whirling of skirts. In the primal band is there Love,<br \/>\nthe true sharing of blood, which our flesh craves. In the whirl of the skirt are<br \/>\nwe made one. We are made brothers and sisters in the flesh. And this<br \/>\nbrotherhood and sisterhood of human beings, which we are fast gaining, will<br \/>\nalso be essential to the creation of the future.&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Irrepressible Pulses of the Jungle \u00a9 Copyright, Frank W. Andres, 1983, 2012, 2015. All Rights Reserved. &#8216;Today, we know nothing. We accept everything. 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