Besoin : esclavage? où veritable expression de notre identité?

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Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the
dimness opposite equals advance,
always substance and increase,
always sex,
Always a knit of identity,
always distinction,
always a breed of life
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Welcome is every organ and attribute of me,
and of any man earthy and clean,
Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile,
and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
I am satisfied – I see, dance, laugh, sing;
As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night,
and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread,
Leaving me baskets cover’d with white towels
swelling the house with their plenty,

The song of Myself - Walt Whitman

Le besoin nous obsède. Il s'impose à nous, contre la volonté!
Mais je crois que il nous faut changer le point de vue, quitte à se sentir coupable à jamais.
Il faut que la volonté accepte le besoin comme son moteur, comme son programme, comme sa direction.
La vie.
La joie de l'acceptation.
La dance, le rire, le chant comme expression de cette joie de vivre.
Serais-je capable de passer à cette vision de vie qui pourtant me semble si attirante?
Je la vois encore loin de moi. Mais elle illumine mon parcours.

......Let's face the music and dance!