Is it true? I don't know how it could be, but I believe it just the same. A circuitry of holy desire -- not the only holy thing, but definitely a holy thing -- that underpins our universe, touching the surface of all time and space, touching us in little sparks, reminding us that life is divine, and very brief. Like the opening credits of this very show: A train going into a tunnel is a nuclear bomb detonating is a flower in full bloom is a finger lightly tracing a woman's skin.
"Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height...
And then it seems like a natural progression -- this is just between you and me, I would never say this to anybody's face because it would make them feel weird, or judged -- but it bums me out, a little bit, privately, in a place I don't really talk about very much, when I hear people use words like dirty, or naughty, when they're describing sex.
"Live in fragments no longer."
Because it's not those things. It's wonderful.
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps Homeland, Hostages, The Good Wife, and Masters Of Sex for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, Twitter, and Facebook.