Alive

The fuse of life is passed along through human flesh. We are plugged into the world of spirit through our decaying, dying flesh. Sex is the motor. Skin makes the electrical connections. Those who scoff at sex, who laugh at flesh (perhaps because it is not permanent?), do not know that it is not permanence that determines whether something is real or unreal. Molecules change patterns, rearrange themselves -- but still the dance of life goes on. Through our skins, we become messengers to each others' molecules. As long as those molecules move, we are alive.

Erica Jong: Parachutes and Kisses