And so, I'm more interested in the philosophy of that than in organized religion. And as usual, Mr. Gray starts talking about his fears of death in his monologue. They're repressing it. And it's not always fear-centered with me, it's an attempt to remind you, the way Buddhists do with graveyard meditation, that it's there and present at anytime, and therefore it helps you not flatten your life out, and you don't take it for granted. I mean, we live across the street from an old cemetery in Sag Harbor, and that's a beautiful meditation.
Good sex does, yeah.
Well, it is a spirit, you know. And you give it an added religious dimension when you write, Buddhists everywhere say the essence of all reality is dukhka. When I drink liquor it seems to eliminate all the dukhka for a while. I have i t when I'm living in a regular bourgeois existence. Say, being out in Sag Harbor with my family.