What Is Bliss?

I worry for myself. I worry for others.

My Youtube algorythm has just sent me the lovely and dense album by the band Ulvesang that I have just posted.

Its tones resonate like those of Michael Hedges’ and its lush emotional saturation flows into my being, filling the aches of empty spaces.

I worry because this is what it feels like to be in love. From a recording, I am receiving soothing and encompassing cadences.

I worry because with technology now more easy to access, we are able to gain so much more positive stimulation that we as individuals and as a species have needed.

But, what about real love, romance, and the pure sensate joy of physical manifesting?

While listening and watching, hearing, seeing, and emotionally feeling, no one is on the other side, sharing this with me.

There is no two-way connection – just messages over time and space conveyed.

I am not touching, tasting, nor smelling in this beyond-long-distance relationship.

When virtual reality becomes such that our neurons are just plugged into a system, what then?

As our bodies whither away from lack of conscious, purpose-driven inhabiting – to what end?

I want to be “wild and free” – “home grown” with the dream of life truly unfolding.

I guess this means that I ought to just lean into and appreciate “suffering?”

Is this what it means to “happy?”