I become addicted to the experience of having my cake and eating it too - and then having it again, and again, and yet again. My obsession is like a sound; an air that is about - like the atmosphere that surrounds me when the sun comes out after a dark, intense summer storm. I become enveloped in what I am obsessed with by my calculated choice.----Setting up a submission scene is like playing the hand of The All And Everything, or an extension of the hand of nature; a true submission scene creates an aura of intense sexual heat.----We live in non-sensory times. People are disconnected from their true selves. One possible way to connect again is to submit and be governed by the will of 'the other'...----There is no reason to expect reality to be rationally apprehendable. This is the basic fallacy, that we so confidently assume that the world is for us that we also assume that we should be able to understand it.