Picture a man or woman wrestling with their thoughts, desires, and fantasies, shedding all their bullshit, stripping away all their inhibitions, closing their eyes, remembering a sexual experience that's unique only to them, panting, whimpering, mumbling under their breath, on the verge of critical mass. Explosion, and then the orgasm happens, like an atomic bomb, hot and reverberating through your extremities. Your eyes become vacant and glassy, your identity dissolves, and suddenly, you've disappeared into a vast, dark sea of pleasure, like sleep, free of psychological burdens and social boundaries, floating. Some smoke, some laugh, some talk, some think, some rest. Not a moment ago we had vanished, and now we're back, breathing oxygen, hushed, giddy. Somehow we've managed to cheat this little death , as the French euphemism goes.