In Making The Bed I am putting chunks of gold in life's money box. What chunks? A patchwork of freely lived events regarding lust and satisfying a curious eye. Note that all reason, all that you plan to do. Your assumptions about free will. They are rafts floating on the waters of your drive. Today I believe, that giving in to that drive as much as you can, will leave you with little unfulfilled desires when you lay down on your final bed.
In Making The Bed, I look for intimacy. Traveling the road to self-liberation. Of course even the strongest desires have their boundaries. Because too much of it will burn everything. So I keep my rafts above water. Acknowledging the power that moves them.