Ecstasy, the feeling, not the branded drug MDMA, has, like the path of a bush fire, a way of making its impression upon you permanent – a scar of joy, which cauterises the numb tissue of everyday life, that may have preceded it. The sudden immersion in ecstatic love, which seemingly can come from nowhere, is as disruptive an experience as any other in our lives, but we hunger for it. For an often brief period, we are buoyed by a shared taste of extreme spiritual and physical pleasure. Even the topsy turvy pains of romantic love are appreciated by the participant.
I hope you enjoy these pieces of writing, as they converge on the nature of consciousness in search of a human truth.