Epiphany and Ejaculation

So what do you do when you meet an epiphany? Do you grab it with all the strength you could muster? Embrace it with maximal stretch your arms and legs can handle? Pin it down with the weight of your dreams and future? Or do you cower with all the realities and constraints strapping you to the ground?

But how do you know when you meet an epiphany?

An encounter with epiphany is not bound by time, place or reason. But you will know that you did. Because every inch of your body is telling you that you’re experiencing it. You suddenly felt free, unrestricted. The bounds, ties and ropes of facts and formula, burned by a surreal fire. Every shroud of reason digs six feet under to reveal a vast plain of realization. 

Your heart pounds, at a faster rate, feels like a race you never raced. A warmth, comfortably nests on top of it, unconsciously announcing its presence at your left chest. A fleeting unawareness of physics and its laws, of people and their flaws, of finances and its costs.

Your eyes go blank, no visual information gets through because your mind is in a place that no one else could go. What you see is not dictated by your sight. You might see yourself in all the glory you never thought you wanted. Glory that only you may consider glorious, but futile for some, or even for most, and yet, not a bit of care may gnaw, or lead to its decay. You may see a depiction, as abstract as the best image your mind can envisage. A picture which can be macabre, grotesque, or repulsive but not to you, so cryptic that only your mind can effortlessly dissect and interpret its parts, what it means, what it tells, and what it yields.

Your breathing takes a pause, too short to bend the rules of science, too insignificant to alarm medicine. Yet long enough to wallow in its entirety, long enough to bathe in understanding, long enough to masticate, digest and absorb all it can give. A respiratory pause long enough for your body to feel as if it has been drowning in all the demands of the realistic world, making the next breath, a breath of life, inhaling as if it's your first.

And yet, after this breath, the sensations come back. The momentary lies turn to scientific truths. Vision returns to see veracity surrounding you. As the epiphany ends, the restraints return. The water of bounds drag you back to its depths. Yet you don’t struggle to keep yourself on the surface. Your heart slows down, it minimizes the noise, formerly music, it made. And you sink slowly as reality’s sharp teeth pierce your mortal body. Yet you don’t encounter pain, you compare the pain of a future battle you never had the courage to fight. You lose by default, because you never even tried.

Now why do all these sound like an ejaculation? A sexual climax? 

Because you are too weak to pursue a real epiphany.

But hey! Don’t fuss about it—most of us are.