The Poor Slave

Through a desire for sex can I tie myself up in a pen with the companionship of a horny goat. What bargain is that? Later, I will be heard to cry for someone else to save me and wind up in another pen tied to another horny goat. This can continue for a lifetime. From time to time I ask myself, Is this the life I expected? A person like me can even claim he has been sexually liberated and will look down on those not similarly situated and forgive the poor horny goats but somehow, secretly, feel cheated. He will definitely not know himself to be a horny goat until, being sick and tired of seeking pleasure as a satisfaction for desire, he sees himself trapped in a never-ending slavery of his own making in service to an overseer well hidden and the horny goats are seen to be his own brothers and sisters. In such realization will come fulfillment. And fulfillment, born of humility, itself opens the way to more of it. Desire is memory and memory, being yesterday, is false. Today, which is sufficient unto itself, is the time of reality. I tell you I do not need to remember yesterday in order to be fully equipped for today's tasks. Having lived already yesterday were I but awake for it, it has filled me with all its wisdom.