Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But it's usually too battered with rules to be heard and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
In fact I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.
Just as the wave cannot exist for itself but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean so must I never live my life for itself but always in the experience which is going on around me.