On Sex

For me, sex has been the most confusing aspect of my existence since the first awkward night. After my first sexual experience, I didn't really know what to think. While I assumed the normal "Heck yeah, man, let's go get me some PUSSY" mentality typical of an idiot teenager, I grappled with the deeper meaning. It was imperative that the lowly act mean something other than physical gratification. When my sexual relationship matured, I thought that sex was about connecting with someone in a higher plane of existence, something I couldn't even comprehend. This stuck for awhile, but I was eventually forced back to this lowly plane by the pure bestiality of the act. Compared with art, literature, music, and other higher forms of communication, the actual physical act of sex is bestial, even sinful. I felt like a worm. This is where I have been. Alone and friendless in this ashamed state, I relegated sex to the lower realm of human gratification, akin to scratching an itch or sleeping. What purpose can a bestial act have, thought I, among the spiritual realm of higher meaning?
What I was doing was relegating acts of the body as low and acts of the mind as high. In this I separated the mind and body, instinctively driving a wedge between earthly and heavenly. The problem lies in the fact that there is no heaven, only earth. What I consider my mind is a collection of neuronal impulses floating inside my skull. While some consider this a damnation of human consciousness, I see it as a deification. After all, what could be more holy than something constructed of dirt capable of creating eternal beauty? Human achievement derives from the need to satisfy human desire, thus all achievements are also constructed of dirt.
This is becoming trite. I'll revise this.