I want to write about sex and about death. Since writing was invented it is hard to think of a writer who didnít embrace these two states of the human condition. They jockey throughout life like two racecars fighting for pole position, and we go along for the ride, strapped into the passengerís seat of both cars, pretending that we are at the wheel. We avoid thinking that sooner or later we are going to crash both cars. Our brains program us to believe that we are Formula A professional drivers. That individually our skill shapes, alters and controls our destiny. Itís a simple delusion that sitting in the back is the same as being at the wheel but it does pull us through the day (and night).
Thatís the reality of life. Your two cars are going over the cliff and into the void. Sex is the one that usually stalls out and sputters to a stop first. Old age sputters, too, and sometimes needs a little push before gravity takes over. And if you look in the rearview mirror, youíll see a long line of cars right on your bumper about to follow you into the void.
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