Welcome to the Monkey House
Whenever I feel disconnected from reading, humor -- or both -- I pick up a book by Kurt Vonnegut. Right now, I am reading a collection of short stories called, "Welcome to the Monkey House." In the preface to the book, Vonnegut shares what he says are the two themes to all of his novels, which were inspired by messages from his siblings.
And how did the universal usage of these pills get enacted into law? An exchange between the story's two main characters, Nancy and Billy the Poet, explains:
“The world is in the mess it is today because of the nothingheadedness of olden times. Don’t you see?" She [Nancy] was pleading weakly. "The world can’t afford sex anymore.”
“Of course it can afford sex," said Billy. "What it can’t afford anymore is reproduction.”
“Then why the laws?”
“They’re bad laws," said Bily. "If you go back through history you’ll find that the people who have been most eager to rule, to make the laws, to enforce the laws and to tell everybody exactly how God Almighty wants things here on Earth -- those people have forgiven themselves and their friends for anything and everything. But they have been absolutely disgusted and terrified by the natural sexuality of common men and women.”
For me, good writing like this is timeless and evokes a true feeling: joy.
Or, as the author says eloquently in regards to sex:
"I have spent this night, and many others like it, attempting to restore a certain amount of innocent pleasure to the world, which is poorer in pleasure than it needs to be."