I’m going personal to talk about the institution of marriage.

Quite often those recommending that Marriage remain an institution, were pilloried around here as being somewhat rather old fashioned…. And if one can split their argument as one splits a single hair, it turns out that there is some merit in keeping the sanctity of marriage intact: the disagreement was over whether or not marriage was a club exclusively for heterosexual people….

Marriage provides structure… It is no longer a requirement necessary for the experience of an orgasm.. Such was not true in my grandmother’s time when marriage was considered the necessary ingredient… . And perhaps because of that, since orgasms were not prolifically discussed, they were far less readily available then they are today…

We don’t need marriage for sex… That is no longer its purpose. We do need it for stability… That is probably the best excuse out there for putting two people together up on a stand, and witnessing that their commitment is being made for a lifetime….. (again irregardless of sexual preference)

I have recently come to realize the importance of such institutional baggage… I found that the songs of the sirens is overpowering.. and against them, there is no recourse… Now, two months ago, I would have argued strongly against that statement, and assumed that weakness of character was the issue, but… since then, I heard the song… it’s as bad as they say, and it is indeed, lethally irresistible…

Unfortunately or fortunate, depending on one’s outlook, I was tied down, and those in my life with beeswax in their ears, continued plodding forward oblivious to my inner cries…. Could I have undid my bonds, I’m telling you, i would have jumped and swam purposefully towards that song right up to the cliffs of death… Reason simply went away, The song was passionate and every fiber within me resonated with its tone…..

Until then such a pull was simply myth… Now I know.

But the bonds of marriage, the structure, the lack of time, the kids, and the undying love of a spouse well picked, did what they were supposed to have done, and in the end, held me tightly to the mast until our ship sailed passed far beyond their range…..

Had those bonds not been there, my fate would have lain in my own destruction…

I now understand why ancient society held tight to the wisdom of marriage… I understand how a broken marriage affects those children who quietly suffer without saying much… I understand that some things cannot be predicted, cannot be foreseen, cannot be understood, until their song has penetrated deep into one’s soul, taking over the will, and exchanging right from wrong…

It is during these times, that structure is needed… Bonds, which cannot be broken, have their purpose. Upon reflection, a good Marriage stands as probably the best glue available to keep a family together…. In any regards, though I was powerless and succumbed to the Siren’s passion, by the wisdom of my foresight, I survived the ordeal intact…..

We set sail for home this morning….