Prologue

This introduction is a declaration of intent, the written surety of a genuine passion:

I have no other vanity but to take you on a journey.

Eyes are windows to the soul - mine is the medium through which you would see the outside world and analyse the inside self. It is my wish that through this journey, you would feel rather than visualise, dream rather than deconstruct, hope rather than despair. Share with me my plethora of dreams and together we shall savour the regenerative ennobling pale of friendship and enjoy sensations of the first magnitude. But we shall also endure the immanent interdigital retrogression of the soul and mind, the peril of monotony and impasse of spirit, even the decadence of betrayal, the stigma of unsanctioned concupiscence and the atrophy of moral life.

We shall explore the various facets of human nature and the anomalous and paradoxical contrasts of this exquisite existence that often come with, and are fuelled by, the former. Let us voyage through the blissful innocence of a child, the irrational angst in an adolescent male, the implicit perturbations of a teenage female. Then comes adulthood. The best security for sexual fidelity between 2 is to make interest coincide with love. But is that even human? That quixotic, perhaps perverse passion to be with but one individual? Is love really the quintessential desideratum? And then there are those moral questions. Indeed, the line between right and wrong can wane thin, to the point where the demarcation becomes almost evanescent. Ah, what a target I’ve set for us.

Let us embrace the gift of life and all its connotations.

Let us begin on this recherché ride.