Temple Worship

I love the thought of the body as a temple. A while back I was talking to a friend of mine about her marital sex life and if/how/why it worked. She said it like this, "Because Sundays are spent with him worshipping at the temple of my body." Ahhhh....this makes sense because it takes time and build-up and actual effort and focus in a relaxed environment to have those delicious, repeated rolling orgasms, especially after having been with the same person for ages. Yes, we can engage sexually most of the time, but knowing you have all the time you desire and can nap afterwards makes it that much easier to focus on your minute-by-minute physical pleasure.

Additionally, I thought I'd throw in some C.S. Lewis food for thought on this day of worship (from Mere Christianity).

"If anyone thinks that Christians regard unchastity as the supreme vice, he is quite wrong. The sins of the flesh are bad, but they are the least bad of all the sins. All the worst pleasures are purely spiritual: the pleasure of putting other people in the wrong, of bossing and patronising and spoiling sport, and back-biting, the pleasures of power, of hatred. For there are two things inside me, competing with the human self, which I must try to become. They are the Animal self, and the Diabolical self. The Diabolical self is the worse of the two. That is why a cold, self-righteous prig who goes regularly to church may be far nearer to hell than a prostitute. But, of course, it is better to be neither."

Enjoy your Sunday, with all your selves...