2003-09-08
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On some level, trying to explain a burning man experience is like trying to explain making love to someone who has never had sex.

It�s pure.

Physical.

Emotional.

As rough as it can be gentle.

As deep as it can be shallow.

Sometimes sexy and erotic, other times sweet, light and loving.

It has the potential to be a disaster.

Always raw.

Driving in from Reno, car packed with water food and supplies, faux fur and fetish wear � you come to participate. That�s the law. And the little two way 35mph highway to nowhere puts butterflies in your stomach as you approach the line in the sand. That�s all it is, a line drawn in the desert that consciously announces that if you cross it, you must participate. Burning man is not a spectator sport.

Based on survival, it�s easy to die here. Raging heat, to freezing temperatures, there is only living in the purest, rawest form. It is a city that needs you. One which you belong to, that requires your most creative sensual self to come alive.

Built on a clock, there is no need for time, only pleasure.

You�ll accomplish nothing you plan, but leave knowing you took no wrong turns, only adventurous paths to new artistic ways of living. It is a true community, one that is both built and dismantled in a week.

You will never again be smarter, weirder, kinkier, wilder or more beautiful.

You belong.

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