Sex has been bifurcated from other experience, and the sexual organs have been divided from the holistic body. Sex has become a defined act, instead of a natural and fluid extension of the playfulness of human interaction and the hedonistic tendency. That we are either having sex or not having sex is a symptom of pathology: eroticism would, in a more natural state, imbue all of experience-- riding upon the psychobiological mechanisms of intercourse here, chasing and killing prey there. Not today. Our bodily sensations, our societal structures and our entire attitude towards experience have become worn and cracked. Chasms divide the world of work and the world of sex and the world of family and the... I wish that people understood this! Life can be the eroticism that is now pathologically and unsatisfactorily confined within the association of hyper-expectation and expression of bodily tension (resulting from compression) and schiz'd bodily understandings that is sex. If only we could deny the existence of sex. Our lives would be so much more subtly beautiful, and we would have less excuse for enduring the ugliness that we now endure in its name. As if the frenetic and frenzied play-acting in a theater of madmen that usually passes for sex were consolation for the self-abasement we endure to be attractive by our sick societies' standards. The bifurcation of eroticism from life in its entirety... a tragedy.