Playing rooster

The whole man is to drink joy from the fountain of joy. As St. Augustine said, the rapture of the saved soul will “flow over” into the glorified body. In the light of our present specialised and depraved appetites, we cannot imagine this torrens voluptatis, and I warn everyone most seriously not to try. -CS Lewis

Men want fidelity and monogamy, which is why most get married (even Hugh Hefner tried it). They love movies of fidelity and nobility like Braveheart. On the other hand, they also wouldn’t mind having a harem just like Solomon. Men want to play rooster, roaming about the henhouse. This is evident in multitudes of films, beer commercials, and music videos, not to mention pornography. And so men are conflicted: “He wants his home and security / He wants to live like a sailor at sea.”

Solomon had his fill of the harem and found no ultimate happiness in it. He was like a man wanting to drink the sea, gulping mightily and long, only to look up and find the sea as filled as before. So many women, so little time. Indeed, there is something unfulfilling about the “deed” itself, in the same way that some vacations don’t quite measure up to the pictures in the brochure.

There is no more sorrow or pain in heaven, and so the conflict will end. Was the desire created by the fall, with harmony to prevail by its removal? Or is the desire a corrupted version of some holy desire? Jack would likely say the latter (“…If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”) This is not to say that we will walk about heaven having sex with everyone we meet, but perhaps there is something in the fellowship of heaven that will satisfy us in the way that no earthly immorality can. Thinking about it too much seems a waste of time, like trying to ponder infinity. But it will end.

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