"You should catch up on some sleep but are reluctant to[...] She still pervades your senses, that wild frenzy before parting, the smell of her body with your semen smeared on her heaving breasts[...] You should look with transcendent eyes upon yourself, a man who is an animal with a consciousness, an animal stranded in a human forest[...] You have nothing to complain about. To be able to enjoy life, you have paid a price, but, apart from lies and bullshit, what doesn't come at a cost? You should articulate your experiences in writing, leave traces of your life, just like the semen you ejaculate. Surely blaspheming the world will bring you joy![...] There is no hatred[...] You stroked her tangled mass of soft hair and let her suck you."
italics mine
the essence of Life extracted from
[Lee M. translator]. Xingjian G. One Man's Bible. New York, New York: HarperPerennial, HarperCollins Publishers; 2002. p. 138.

a generically illustrated point, as humans always are; like an ultrasound that's always brown
If not for a certain Eve*, I would certainly have not immersed myself in the literature of my cultural heritage. Ensconced—don't you just love how it rolls off Your Tongue!—in my world of Occidental influences as I was, the Oriental readings I allowed myself ran as far East as India, and no further West. Ah! Malaysia is West of the Indian subcontinent; yet East of Eden, all Under Heaven and her heaving bosom. And I shall live with my Demons in the vaulted darkened room that is my camera obscura. And only She will be most welcome to my inner thoughts—and feelings—She who is the Eve who brought me down to Earth, grounding me in the present; cutting off the painful past.
*the eve of my eve with Eva, the Eve of Eden and the Forbidden Fruit that makes Life what It Is
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