You getting anything over there?

Modeling is quite powerful, eh? I say this comfortably without any "scientific" cushion. The influence of modeling is so lucid, the supply of anecdotal evidence so ceaseless in its bombardment of my eyes and ears that anecdotal no longer seems fitting.

What, if I may ask, are we modeling for our friends and strangers?

Here's a conscious movement we could give a twirl — you know, see how it fits: invite the possibility of pleasure. You don't even need any expertise (imagine that, no skills or preconditions). Start obvious: smell a flower. Eat it a little. Got no flower? What do you have? Smell that. You could find yourself sedated. Maybe repulsed. Indifferent. Tantalized.

Been there, done that? What, nothing new under the sun, you ole spoilsport? Perhaps we could consider ignoring what we think we know. Excuse ourselves from the vile company of certainty. Maybe what we think is lying around in the attic is gone. Maybe it was never there.

Smoking inside

Let me turn to my man Roland Barthes, he's generous, always with something for us:

Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.

Right on Papa B. Next time pleasure presents itself, let it linger. Maybe we'll find something worthy of our busy schedules.