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Mike Knittel's avatar

I can entirely relate to the first love thing, that sense of the heart almost exploding with love. I grieved the loss of my first love heavily because I knew deep down I'd never experience that heart orgasm feeling again, and I was right. enjoyed your piece.

Urvasi Devi Dasi's avatar

This is one of the most endearingly unhinged things I’ve read all week. And I mean that as high praise. You’ve somehow managed to balance full-bodied vulnerability with a wild-eyed scientist’s curiosity, and it’s irresistible.

You’re absolutely onto something here. Modern science keeps tripping over ancient wisdom, and your “heart orgasm” theory feels like another of those moments. The heart, in so many traditions, has been treated as more than a pump; not just metaphorically but energetically, emotionally, and yes, even neurologically. We know it has its own cluster of neurons, its own “mini-brain.” So why not its own experience of rapture? Why not a physiological crescendo that borders on the ecstatic and terrifying all at once?

The way you describe your first love reminds me of how mystics have described their brush with the Divine: overwhelming, too much and not enough, pleasure braided with pain, a kind of annihilation of the self. Maybe you were feeling both the biology and the mystery. The two don’t have to cancel each other out.

Also, I’m obsessed with your honesty. The fact that you admit Googling “heart orgasm” mid-flow and discovering it’s already a tantric concept made me laugh out loud. But hey, you’re in good company: the yogis got there first, but they didn’t have your Netflix-era delivery.

Keep chasing this thread. You might not win a Nobel, but you’ve already won the prize for making us all stop scrolling and remember that there are still parts of us, literal and figurative, that science hasn’t mapped yet.

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