In the defense of ecstasy
In defense of ecstasy.
It’s like a saccharine dream, it’s like understanding a Jackson Pollock, a quest into the known, rediscovering innocence. It gives you a tribal feeling, a sense of community, a release, a vista outside of the self, being fully human, being more alive than you’ve ever been, immersed, engaged.
It’s like skydiving without actually skydiving. It’s like waking up, even though you’ve been awake the whole time.
You get right to the heart of an empathetic, human experience. Connecting with people is easy and there is an absence of judgment, fear, small-talk, social stigma. It’s almost like a highway past all the bullshit small talk you spend during the first few weeks of getting to know someone. Because you’ve connected with someone so fast and so deeply, it’s easier to become friends with them quickly and on a personal level.
Touch feels amazing – every sensation is dialed up to 11 in terms of how pleasurable it feels, and how electric that touch is.
Some senses arrive in waves – smells break into their component parts, which arrive in sequence rather than together.
More abstractly, there’s the sense that the intuitive side of your brain takes over. You appreciate and understand things from the holistic perspective. You just ‘get it.’ All of ‘it’. The same way you might just ‘get’ a particular piece of music you like or a paragraph in your favorite book.
The visceral: you bask in the moment, liberated from the need or ability to rationally understand your enjoyment: you only know that it is there and it is all powerful – more authentic than most of the things you’ve done in your life. You don’t feel happy, you are happy.
We want the whole world to know about this feeling. We wish everyone would try it. Bliss, Euphoria, Heaven, joy, better than sex, better than heroin. E is not a drug, its a state of mind, it’s a dimension into the godhead, a glance of pure freedom, a trip into the visceral, the allowed.