A Virginal Mediation
The face of Helen of Troy unanchored and “launched a thousand ships”. That was the Trojan War. It was conventional. Today we have nuclear weaponry. Nuclear attack can be launched easily at a click of a button. So it’s corollary that it can be prevented as easily. What’s it that can prevent the deployment of tanks, the launch of missiles, and the drop of atom bombs altogether? It’s neither military might nor economic clout. I tell you, it’s the act – but mind you, not necessarily consummation.
Nations and peoples fight. Sanctions are imposed. Moratoria are declared. Ceasefire and truce are signed. Diplomacy and negotiations reach impasse. We are witness to many intractable disputes. And there are many flash points. Have we exhausted all means at our disposal? Have we examined and explored the scope of resources at our disposal to the hilt? I think we have not. Surely we haven’t.
Teachers encourage students to think out of the box. This is also what bosses expect of subordinates. But then again, any thought out of the box may not be always logical, practical, and desirable; therefore, it’s not always recommendable. Yet it mayn’t be uninteresting even if unwise to be adventurous at times. When Tiger Woods hit the headlines for his “transgressions”, one person at NIKE (We know NIKE carry endorsement from Tiger Woods) said that perhaps Tiger had taken their slogan too seriously and literally. This is the slogan: JUST DO IT.
You’ve been looking for your lost key to no avail. You’re fully exhausted, but you’ve not exhausted the entire gamut of possibilities – you’ve never considered looking for it in one place because you think it’s unlikely to be there. Then you look there only as a first-last resort. Lo and behold! It’s there. It’s the seven-year itch. The marriage is on the rocks. For seven long years it’s always been missionary position. Then they go doggy. They overcome the seven-year itch. And they lived tied together happily ever after.
We cross the hills and vales and climb the high-rise. It’s the infamous nightly escapade. We have all braved the nocturnal dangers and the height fright. We have all survived. So haven’t we learnt anything in the process? We have; it’s that we not only do not realize but also do not care to use even if we know we have learnt something.
Nothing seemed to have worked for the many intractable disputes. They are unresolved. But not everything has been employed to ease agitation and solve crises. Negotiations slog late into the night. There is no bargaining. Both sides cannot thread through mutually beneficially. Neither side budges. Sleep gets the better of both, and they retire. Gosh, they end up in one bedroom. There is an agreement at last – both are straight and they are of the opposite sex. They cracked the tough nut. Codes are transmitted to the headquarters, nuclear button is spared.
So, use sex and each other. The risk of its failure or backfire may be insignificant as against the enormous benefit it’ll result in. If you are still doubtful and fear anticlimax, don’t worry – be tactful and shift into withdrawal gear. It’s coitus interruptus, an onslaught interrupted and thwarted – perhaps a humanitarian orgasm! Only a free, random and fanciful thought.
