A Sensuous Experience
[Personal Choice]
As I was sitting under that cascading elm on a lawn chair in the backyard of my distant family’s home, the cool breeze swept all of my worries away; no longer was I a student, no longer was I in mourning, no longer was I in a far away world -- I was eternally present. Without the shouts and cries of my unadorned family I was in a place of sensuous peace. Alone; or so I thought, away from the demanding requests of others to play the part, speak, share, and aid in the desiderata of other folk. I was not alone, however, far from it; it was exactly that presence of the other that filled my loins with the ethereal sense of the sublime. Life has never been simple, with the pressures from the social world to be the best, indulge, and consume in my desires. What I learned in that moment was obstructive to my view of the world, Life was simple.
-Zach Swanson
As I was sitting under that cascading elm on a lawn chair in the backyard of my distant family’s home, the cool breeze swept all of my worries away; no longer was I a student, no longer was I in mourning, no longer was I in a far away world -- I was eternally present. Without the shouts and cries of my unadorned family I was in a place of sensuous peace. Alone; or so I thought, away from the demanding requests of others to play the part, speak, share, and aid in the desiderata of other folk. I was not alone, however, far from it; it was exactly that presence of the other that filled my loins with the ethereal sense of the sublime. Life has never been simple, with the pressures from the social world to be the best, indulge, and consume in my desires. What I learned in that moment was obstructive to my view of the world, Life was simple.
-Zach Swanson
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