cheekybottom -> Sweet Suffering (10/31/2005 4:53:55 AM)
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Sadism seduces with promises of passion and excess of transcendence over the merely physical and rational and present. It guarantees perfection, as the serpent did to Eve, bringing shivers of fear, shivers of delight. Fear is often the first incentive to spiritual and or dutiful worship, it does not command but it does indeed entice. The essence of Sadism is cruelty of a sentient being, a being that can not only feel pain but enjoy pain. When I think of the impact of modern medicine and its dramatic reduction of pain and loss, the idea of Sadism becomes ever acute, suffering no longer seems to be a necessary part of life, but exceptional instead. As masochists we deserve to suffer. But why, if we don’t have to suffer, why are we suffering? Perhaps we are simply self-serving, but I yearn for it to go deeper than that. I think maybe it is because we require the challenge of suffering to grow more worthy and spiritually as we approach our ultimate goal of a more intimate relationship with our One. If we all still lived in compliant comforts, we could never really have the occasion to exercise our free will in significant ways (be pushed) and thus grow in honorable stature. I am made to endure, pain and pleasurable sufferings strengthens me. The unquestioning endurance, the test of faith a submissive/slave/masochist undergoes for their One through acts of suffering, we endure because we accept out of necessary need, and achieved a deeper appreciation of how His power dwarfs us, self-serving or not. We seem to want wickedness lurking in our cognitive shadows like a mythical vampire avoiding the light; content to glimpse it out of the corner of our eye, we seldom try to see its face, and even so we become hypnotized, our minds already touched with sweet torture, a sly, shadowy presence, something crouching out there just beyond the surface. ”The devils greatest trick was to convince us he didn’t exist. ~Charles Baudelaire~ The Sadist toils faithfully to assure us he does. Why? Because they know that our weaknesses attracts us, even in little doses. ”Iniquitous was the vice, and I loved it. I want to sink into my depravity and fully desire my obsession, not that for which I submitted to it, but finding favor in the simple act itself.” Vice itself has many useful sides, it brings about much that is striking and it stirs us to solicitous existence, not allowing us to drowse in security. ~d~
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