Art of Flux Thinking

One does not tame a wild beast by bestowing it immediately with a leash, just as one does not walk with comfort when placing left shoe to right foot. One instead places the leash on the beast after they have tamed it.

How does one tame? – I hear your voices resonnate inquisitively in the background? Well, it’s simple. One tames by showing the beast that they mean no harm, instead that they mean good. Good, which comes to the same as beneficial for the beast. One benefits the beast in order to tame it, one gains the beast’s trust.

Why? – I hear you impudent questioners ask? Wilderness and paranoia, my dear and insatiate questioners, are siblings of the first rate. Paranoia is the wild, beastly instict; and the beast is the paranoid, wild creature.

Her body. The whiter a woman’s body is the more vivid and wrought with visual clarity is the map to her pleasure. The darker a woman’s body is the more the other senses need astute cultivation. One learns to see with their ears, with their nose, and finally with their hands, their touch.

There are two polar opposite things that turn a woman on: aggression and comfort. Usually one at a time depending on the context and past, but quite often both simultaneously.

Mr J. was gazing into the distance lost in contemplation, thinking. His mind in total silence. Papers found themselves stacked one on top of the other in front of him, his pen lay across them like a terrible cliché. A little boy had been peering over his work for a few uncomfortable seconds, his eyes betraying bewilderment and a sense of daring coupled with curiosity – not a customary and healthy combination. The silence was broken with the little boy uttering meekly and inquisitively,

“What is Seduction?”

Mr J. snapped out of his momentary contemplative torpor to the sight of the little boy and himself thinking thoughts he’d never thought before. He replied with eyes wide-open in total wonder as to the source of the words pouring out of his mouth,

“My son, Seduction is a word of excuse grown-ups use when they lose at a game. Erm… Have you ever played catch with your friends?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And do you have that one friend you play with who complains when they get caught and when they lose a game by saying, “not fair, I wasn’t ready!”, or something similar?

“Yes, sir. My friend Timmy and Jess are always like that.”

“Well my son, in the adult world we too get people like that. You see people don’t change much when they grow up, they only get more complex. Seduction is like the words Timmy and Jess use. When people lose at a game son, they either accept it and try harder or they think of something to say so it doesn’t look like they lost, and also so it doesn’t look like they played in the first place. This is what adults call seduction. The game of catch everyone plays, but only the losers, in their incompetence, undermine and complain about.”