Concerning those of us of the less pure substation of state, I offer the following. In purity comes a sense of newness and freshness. We loose the mystic of what it is we desire. The argument could be stated that once we obtain that for which we live, the life we live is not worth living.
We often live through the fantasy of movie screens. The lady is pursued by man for what reason? The great chiseled man goes to the ends of the earth simply for the opportunity to lay eyes on his beloved. If we unravel that for a moment and contrast it to the life of fearless James Bond we are left with a slightly distasteful change. On both hands I am able to recount the times Bond let the woman go, skipped over the rescue only to recount it with a slight “whoops” in snicker. Yet he still seeks to obtain the woman that holds his fancy for that portion of the movie. He is seeking a life that he has obtained and lost.
GK Chesterton wrote in Orthodoxy, “Keeping to one woman is a small price for so much as seeing one woman. To complain that I could only be married once was like complaining that I had only been born once.” In our conquering of a woman and moving to the next we have lost the zeal for which we continue to conquer. Seeing the girl across the room that stops you in your tracks is not your pyschy desiring her undressed. Rather it is the desire to be the little boy who first realizes that a woman is something amazing. It is only be being “born again” that we have the opportunity to see the world as a child would, reality.