Dancing a moment in the sun:
In her I die, a sterile shoot
Of nightshade in oblivion."
[A. Crowley - At Sea]
Some years ago I sat naked, barely draped with a thin paper towel, in a white fluorescent light-lit room and stared in utter panic into the eyes of a calm woman. She had just old me that I might have a cancer.I have had stomach problems ever since early childhood, but I had always tried to cure myself with over the counter medication. When I finally made the step and got a gastroenterologist look down my throat, large parts of my internal tissue had suffered enough damage to require a more thorough investigation.
The visual impression gave my doctor much concern. I either had an acute inflammation causing multiple ulcers, or something more serious was at work. I had to wait several days for the histologist to report back.
Several days with my mind on nothing but the big what if. A stomach carcinoma leaves little hope, and my doc left little doubt - I was just one of many she had seen this week who might not make it to the end of the year. I had to be become mentally prepared. And I did.
There are lots of cliches about the brevity of life. And even more platitudes about people who ditched certain death. The truth is, if you have never experienced what it is like if you have serious reason to assume a high probability of impending death, no words will ever get you in the mental state of a true survivor.
There is a big difference between knowing about life's finiteness and feeling it. Every breath you take, every sound you hear, every taste you ever had, everything takes on a new meaning when you feel that from now on you can count the times they occur. Life itself becomes so precious, anything else pales compared to its magnificence. The deepest love and the most excruciating pain - they become alike in value. Because they will be gone once you are.
Everything will be gone for you, with you, when you are gone.
There is enormous freedom in that state of mind. Your entire ambition becomes to live just for another moment. Nothing else counts. The people around you become strangers, possessed by an evil invisible force that drives them to not enjoy every single moment as you are. If you care enough about them, you want to shake them, tell them to stop worrying about their petty little worries and go and live! But you know that you now talk a language they will never understand.
But the state of mind of a survivor state of mind is short lived.
Soon after I had been told that my ulcer was benign, I slipped back into my old life. As soon as your time horizon fades back into a foggy future, you start worrying the human worries again. You need money. You do not want anyone to steal your stuff. You do not want to risk serious injury or disease. You do not want to fall behind your peers. The evil invisible force gets you under its control again.
Except, not quite.
Once you took a sip from the spring of wisdom, it is hard to forget its taste. And in my case, there is a constant reminder of that day in the white room with my butt on that cold examination table. The cells in my esophagus have suffered irreparable damage. My chances of them developing into a carcinoma within the next decades are akin to flipping a coin. I will not live as long as my peers. And I know that this is just one sword of Damocles dangling above my head.
Yet, you cannot live all the time like any day is your last.
If you do, it soon will be. If you want to enjoy the little time you have to taste, hear, feel, move, love and think, you will also have to eat a lot of shit.
So what is the solution?
There is one aspect of sex we all can learn.
It is all about the moment.
Seducers know that for sex to happen, there are brief "windows of opportunity" that shut forever once past. Women select for men who have the ability to seize the moment in a literal sense.
But even if used, a woman can lose interest any moment. Getting to have sex is like jumping from moment to moment like across a set of slippery stones across a shallow, but fierce river.
And sex itself is nothing but a race for the ultimate moment. All the words and touches, kisses and moans. They all lead up to a single brief moment. It is within the split second at the height of ecstasy that we see ourselves the most fulfilled sexually. But as soon as it arrives, it passes. Leaving us in bliss, but with a mere memory of the brilliant light right after the explosion of the giant cosmic bomb in our head.
Life is not a parade of great experiences, one after another. It is trite, mundane, often boring, exhausting and insignificant. But then there are the brief flickers of exception The amazing moments. And it is those that we live for. And the art of life is not to miss out on them. Once you miss the moment, it is gone forever.
Don't try to seize the whole day. Seize the best parts of it. Use the rest of the time to recharge for the next great event that makes your life.



