Ladies, you’re going to love this. Especially if your guy doesn’t quite yet embrace the wisdom just ahead. Maybe you can get him to read this article.
Guys, I strongly recommend you take to heart the insights I’m about to share. You can thank me later.
Let’s start with a little history, then get to the main point…
Back in 1974, a British rock group called the Hollies came out with one of the best romantic songs of all time. The Air That I Breathe captivated lovers — and wannabe lovers — everywhere, with its iconic melody and lyrics.
And this tune wasn’t just for ordinary lovers or artsy-wimpy lovers. It was also for strong, iron-pumping athletes like me. Loved the song back in ’74 and still do. Just because you love sports action and building strong muscles doesn’t mean you can’t love tender romance too.
In fact, just the opposite.
But before I disclose in detail — or remind you of — what the song’s about, let me make a very strong point here. I want it clear that I am nearing my senior citizen years and have the sensibilities of a compassionate Conservative Christian. With what I’ve learned in life to this point, I’m pretty darn sure we should all avoid being too overly detailed in relating sensual-sexual material in print or in photos or in movies or in video clips (ministerial or medical training and treatment aside, of course).
Vital Thing #1: Human nakedness and intimacy are not righteously intended for public consumption. Inappropriate self-exposure is sicko-perverse and has always been at the heart of rituals in Old Testament Ba’al worship, as well as its modern-day descendants, that God utterly hates and condemns.
The Song of Solomon from the Bible, though, is wonderful. It will, therefore, be our style guide, and I’ll do my best to adhere to the wise king’s way of expressing himself in matters of romantic love and intimacy.
That said, I’m going to tell the truth. After all, God clearly made us as males and females, sexual creatures with desires and instincts and special anatomical differences and all of that. Our Creator takes delight in the whole intimacy process when it is pure — but hates it, of course, when it’s corrupted and therefore a rip-off. (That’s where porn is such a fraudulent activity. It is never based on love. It’s just depraved, degraded sexual function paraded before a camera to create dark-minded voyeurs everywhere.)
If we’re going to have Grand Vitality in life, then, we need wholesome, loving intimacy in private. Anything less puts a serious hit on our psychological, spiritual, and even physical health.
Okay, before we go further, here’s the Wikipedia summary about the song serving as our key illustration today.
The Air That I Breathe
“The Air That I Breathe” is a ballad written by Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood, initially recorded by Albert Hammond on his 1972 album It Never Rains in Southern California. This song was a major hit for The Hollies in early 1974, reaching number two in the United Kingdom. In the summer of 1974, the song reached number six in the United States on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and number three on the Adult Contemporary chart. In Canada, the song peaked at number five on the RPM Magazine charts. The audio engineering for “The Air That I Breathe” was done by Alan Parsons. It proved to be the Hollies’ final charting hit in the US.
Now, if you Google the song’s lyrics and discern its clear message, you see that it’s about that wonderful physical peace lovers experience when they have just consummated together a fantastic lovemaking experience. I know, I know. The songwriter doesn’t mention whether the lady is his wife or not. We’ll intentionally give him a pass on this.
But note that the fellow who is testifying through the song’s lyrics says he doesn’t need a thing but the air that he’s breathing. He doesn’t need a cigarette, and he doesn’t need to sleep. He needs no light or sound. He doesn’t need anything to eat or a book to read.
No, all he needs is the air that he’s breathing so he can keep on loving his mate. At the moment, nothing else matters. And it’s absolutely true. When you’re in that post-coitus state of bliss, you really can believe that all you need in life is the air you’re breathing. All you want is to keep on breathing and keep on loving.
And…
Haven’t you smiled at knowing the reason the songwriter’s so calm and peaceful inside?
Vital Thing #2: It’s obvious. The Divine Designer of human intercourse didn’t want us rushing off after intimacy. Birds and animals don’t give a hoot about snuggling after mating. For them, it’s about getting back to birdie business or doggie business or horsie business or whatever. Same for insects.
But we humans? We’re meant to hang out and snuggle. Keep the loving going a bit longer. God wants us to bond deeply after vigorous conjugality. The Lord and Master of the Universe is a relational God, and He loves love. So he set things up where we’ll tend to…well, relax. Chill out. And be available to keep on embracing, talking, exchanging affections.
Guys: if you’re lacking proper motivation and missing out on this practice (it’s a wise strategy indeed!), and you’re one to just bolt out of bed or immediately fall dead asleep, you’ve checked your manhood pass at the door. You’re lame. C’mon, you can do better than that! Care, and snuggle. Keep loving, at least for a while. Of course, there are exceptions. But, hear me on this.
Back to business. Experienced at this whole phenomenon I’m talking about here, are you? Remember it well? Good for you. And think again of the title of the song, The Air That I Breathe. It bears repeating: this was the only thing the guy felt he needed, so complete was his satisfaction with what he was experiencing after making love with his special partner.
Notice: he clearly knew there was one thing in life you can’t do without at any time — the air that you just gotta breathe. He makes it unmistakably clear, no matter how great he feels, he has to keep right on breathing. Breathing. Taking in air and the vital oxygen that comes with it.
Same’s true for all of us.
But…
What if the air we’re breathing…has something wrong with it? No, really. Stay with me on this.
Vital Thing #3: What if the air we’re breathing in our homes has been…corrupted? What if it’s so bad that what porn is for the soul our indoor air is to our lungs and organs?
What if…the air in our hospitals and businesses and senior living facilities is just undeniably polluted because outdoor pollution has found a way to come inside and remain inside, threatening us all?
Our souls can get polluted and so can our lungs and brains and blood and…
I’m not going all sci-fi weird on you here. Trust me. I’ve got a reason for this line of discussion, and frankly, that’s what this whole article has been leading to. I actually have quite a bit of expertise in this matter I’m bringing up.
Solid Premise: If we’re going to have Grand Vitality in our lives, the indoor air we breathe has got to be clean and pure...fresh and sweet. It’s got to be…SAFE.
But now, unfortunately, reality here turns a bit….well, nasty. And as we go, I’ll prove my point. It’s undeniable.
So brace yourself. For a moment, we need to leave the themes of romanticism and lovemaking aside, and get … scientific without flinching or backing off. The biological science of a man and a woman joining to “make love” is fascinating and delightful. Not so much this next part that you really need to know about. It isn’t much fun…but with good purpose. I promise.
And worry not. I have a product to strongly recommend to deal powerfully with the problem we’re about to introduce. But first you have to know the facts. Just the facts.
Here’s the story…
Since the 1970’s, when we started getting serious about better insulating our homes and office buildings and medical facilities and manufacturing plants and everything else so that we could protect our energy dollars invested in air conditioning and heating, we perhaps started unwittingly doing ourselves a huge disservice.
The air that we breathe indoors has become increasingly polluted with particulates that come from outdoors but get trapped inside…where we’re loving and breathing. Outdoor pollution in all its various forms and guises has wafted its way into our homes and buildings, no matter the location, and got itself trapped there in the carpets and the drapes and the furniture and even the walls.
And we don’t think about it but we’re breathing it all in. And getting sick in one way or another. Ever heard of sick building syndrome? Know someone with allergies, asthma, or COPD … and their condition is worse indoors? Ever get headaches or listlessness when you’re living and breathing in your home or workplace and just wish you could go outside, even if there is some air pollution out there?
Worst of all, know someone who has died from an airborne Hospital-Acquired Infection? They went in for a routine procedure and within hours, or maybe a day or two, were dead. I knew someone. My own grandfather. And Airborne HAI’S happen every year in this country…about 50,000 times. More than all the car accident deaths and heart attacks combined.
It wasn’t our fault that we unwittingly started trapping all the toxic nastiness indoors. We just wanted to be responsible with our energy resources and with how much we were spending for them. So more and more, we got better and better insulation to seal all our indoor air….well, indoors, where we thought it belonged and where we thought that we should keep it all the time.
Problem. In a big way. We no longer allowed for airing things out nearly as much. We had to keep our cooled air or heated air in. So all the millions of potentially toxic particles per cubic foot of air that came in through an opened door or a window had a really good chance of not going back outside to get cleansed from the air by the sun or the rain or the wind or the snow.
In fact, a lot of it actually incubated in the filter systems we thought would protect us. It was all we knew to do.
So, it all just stayed indoors with us where we were peacefully breathing.
Or so we thought.
To add insult to injury, our modernized industries have more and more created what are called nano-sized particles that can be incredibly harmful to human health. And they can blow from California to Colorado in the jet stream, or just a few hundred miles from a nasty manufacturing plant to your house. Or even just a few blocks from the nearest highway where invisible but lethal diesel exhaust particulates and truck tire VOC’s are constantly given off to come visit you in your home.
And then those insidious unseen particulates….well, they show no respect. They just float right on inside. And they come to stay. And they accumulate. More and more.
Indoors, where we’re breathing. Loving and breathing.
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The air that you breathe. Sometimes, it’s all you need. And it’s more important than you may know. More on this next time.
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