While shelving books in the last week of last semester, I found on the shelf one titled "Extases Feminines." It's full of female martyrs and saints slathered with light, embodying and exuding emotions in ways I suspect no other women of the period would be depicted. Ecstasy, such complete surrender to a mental state that it becomes a physical one... The author draws a connection between mystical and sexual ecstasy, but I'm tempted beyond that to consider human ecstasy in universal terms.
The meeting of central and peripheral nervous systems in one experience... those are the moments we live for, whether we want to admit it or not.