Yet Freud’s or the French’s little death (orgasm) requires total submission and trust–to let go of holding on without fear of being judged or betrayed by another, a body or self.
Different pathway to the same result, which is total obliteration, mind-erasure, loss of control over the world–fear and pleasure.
Both test humanity.
When terror burns its path through a being, however, surfing its electricity at sonic light, what remains is not so much silence as a spentness, a vapid stripping of nerves that leaves a permanent mark, maybe a tic, a recurring memory, or a dullness close to death.
Dopamine refuses fear the same experience as orgasm, though dopamine injects its life-loving pleasure-ful substance in both, pre-death.
Both are ineluctable surrender, an abandonment of reason and belief, a blackness in the mind’s hole.
But I’d take a cheap orgasm over a good scare any day.