To Fr. G Kennedy, who is not on the Catholic Chuch's Great Wall of Shame, yet also not on the Church's Great Wall of Patriarchal Wisdom, where he might more ecstatically reside. With warm climatic gratitude.
When I was a new seminarian I had a favorite parish priest mentor who told me the best way to die is while having an ******. I wasn't sure if I could ask why he was so exclamatory sure of his nakedly compromising position. I did not really know him all that well, although he seemed to be a swell up kind of Father. Perhaps I looked a bit nervous because he hastened to reassure me the reason he is enamored of orgasms, of peak experiences, is because they transcend our cognitive dualities in-between polyamorous Eros and polytheistic Agape. Orgasms are ecstatic climatic events, warm full-bodied memories of mindbody interdependence, of holistic cooperative economic enlightenment and political empowerment within every organ and cell, muscle and happy little ego-subsystem groaning out this profoundly universal Yes! with both LeftBrain audio-visual ethos compassion and RightBrain universally uniting neurosensory climate of eros pleasure. I didn't know what to say to this bicameral-sexual therapy. But, if this is an option for how to die, it does sound like the only ecstatic one I have ever heard. So I said that. And then my mentor suggested I go home and practice living that same way. Interesting, how orgasms struggle through rhapsodic space while dying struggles against too-fast insufficient time.
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