Of sexual pleasure, emancipation and God

In orgasm lies a bizarre epiphany, a realization of the burlesque of emotions that we ostentatiously want to exhibit and be offended at the lack of from others. In the split second of having an ejaculation, one can clearly see how his or her emotions are merely skin-deep and paper thin, while at the core of the human bosom lies unadulterated nothingness: an unexpected apathy and lack of inward sensitivity towards anyone but its own self. It is in the succeeding moments of the ultimate activity of pleasure that we can see how superficial our motivations and self-justifications have been. It is akin to the moment of weightlessness and void one experiences on bungee-jumping from atop a sky-scraping cliff, where the immensely downcast feeling of void immediately follows that of paramount pleasure, only to be replaced the next second by the latter. I believe it is this split-second void of worldly emotions and awareness of one's own shallowness of idealistic rationale and moral uprightness that people refer to as 'Godliness'.