The poet Wallace Stevens once wrote that 'Life is motion.' I'll go one better and say that life is ecstasy, since all ecstatic being is a function of the self-locomoting animal. Man, however, thanks to his pseudo-technology that hi-jacks and weakens his body-mind-earth system, no longer self-locomotes but is 'transported' ('deported' would be more correct here since in being carried man is forcibly re-moved from his natural aboriginal animal self). As a result of this deportation from his original condition of ecstasy, 'transported man' thus becomes super-conscious of life and his living, and subsequently craves the ecstatic union (that he has forsaken) through external methods like drink, drugs, sex, and music. Man has forgotten that simply going for a walk (cycle) in the hills, unworlded and self-cleansing, emphatically primally energized, will do it much more effectively.
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