Even after my recent, close brush with death, I still feel the desire to fill my soul with beautiful things. As a matter of fact, now that I have a deeper sense of the quick transience of life, I desire beauty even more deeply than before. I am still not sure where my recent experience will take me. What I am sure of is that it will take me some place different from where I have been before.

Sex is fleeting. Beauty is eternal. The pleasures that come from sex are indeed wonderful, but they do not last. After the orgasm is over, you must wait for another. The wait may not be long, or it may be long. It is always hard to say. When we are sick, sex seems to be the furthest thing from our thoughts. But there is something deeply satisfying about being touched by the delights of beauty. Beauty can linger, can last, long after the object of beauty has passed from our sight. Like a fine wine or fine food, like fine music or fine art, like a good conversation or a warm embrace, beauty possesses something permanent, but it is a permanence that is hard to describe. To me, it is a permanence that has its origins somehow in the great, vast mystery of divinity, of God and love and eternal spirituality. As the Prophet Mohammed says, “God is beautiful and loves beauty.” Although I am not a Muslim, I think that statement is one of the best I have ever heard as an expression of spiritual truth and beauty.

When I post a nude photo of a woman, I am not so much trying to elicit a sexual response from my readers, but rather, I am attempting to convey the beauty of life as found in eroticism. We are immersed in a world of eroticism for most of our lives. I enjoy exploring the beauty of that world and those experiences.

So as I continue on the road to recovery, a road to where I am not sure I will be ultimately led, I post a few more images of beauty: beautiful women.