It was very interesting , yesterday at the movies, to see Beyoncé as a normal person in “Dreamgirls”. By a normal person, I mean someone who…just happened to be someone. I tend to think of her, and the other people who haunt the whereabouts of MTV as “possessed” people. I mean, the video clips you see in MTV nowadays are so saturated with sex that I end up seeing the dancers and singers as the distant heirs of the sacred prostitutes of the temples of classical India. People possessed by sex. My readers ( non-existent , but I still feel the need to believe I am writing to someone) will see me as obsessed with sacredness, given that two posts before, I had been writing about the sacredness of money in modern life. Maybe that, sacredness is something separate from God. Even when society does away with God, as it has done in our secular times, sacredness still survives, and grafts itself to our other pursuits – fucking, shopping.

Consider the great commercial centres of our times. When you go in, as you will do on every other Saturday, you will first see great banners whereon are printed the photographs of supermodels. This is the ground floor, on which, more often than not, are found the booths selling perfumes and jewelry. Hommages to the body, and the body’s power is proclaimed in these great photos of beautiful people. Lesser pursuits are attended to in the upper floors – clothes, to be worn when one is not having sex, furniture, stuff for children…but first the perfuming and adorning of the body. Are not our times the Days of the Whore ? Not that I am against Her Power, though I’ve never slept with one, if my readers will pardon me for that ( which I doubt). Those great photos of models, everywhere, are they not sacred objects , Signs of our Times ? Ideals, which few among us can attain ( certainly not me, with my flab and my fondness for beer. I am a low caste of my times ). I tend to lower my head in reverence, when I enter a commercial centre.