That moment of oblivion, ex stasis, two bodies joined in bliss, transformed. The pleasure seems incomparable to anything. Little deaths, they've been called. I've gone spinning out of control, unaware of anything else but that explosion-- by far the most vulnerable point in existence. Sometimes it feels like the soul flies away, circles above the trees like a bird, returns by gradations; breathe, breathe. I wonder if it is a glimpse of the afterlife, the eternity we may all find if we seek truth and love. The energy generated and released during that peak of pleasure must be astounding. Open the floodgates. Hydroelectricity.