Cycle Two - The Oscillation Principle: How Everything Sacred Is Also Profane

For context, I'm connecting ideas from these earlier blogs: 

1. Cumming At The Same Damn Time

2. Did You Want to Fuck the Priest or Did You Want to Fuck God?

3. Movin' Out: When Working-Class Rage Becomes Today's Battle Cry

4. Be Who You Arrreee For Your Pride

5. Utopia?!?!

6. You Won't Break (My) So(U)l

7. Read a Muthafuckin' Book

8. Who Decides What's Sacred and Profane?

9. What Are You Willing to Die For?

Alright, now let’s get tricky.

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Life ain't linear, don't ever lose the plot.

I found that quote on Twitter, and it's been on my mind alongside this mathematical truth: sin(1/x) oscillates wildly as it approaches zero.

You know what else oscillates?

Everything that matters. Sacred and profane. Creation and destruction. The desire to fuck the priest and the desire to fuck God.

Let me explain.

The Pattern Nobody Wants to See

We're taught to think in straight lines. Progress. Growth. Success. Liberation. As if these things move in one direction, as if you level up like a video game character and never look back.

But that's not how anything actually works.

When Frederick Douglass learned to read, his master said it would make him "unfit to be a slave." What they didn't say was that the same knowledge that liberates also reveals the depth of your chains. When Mary Oliver received her "box full of darkness," it took her years to understand it was a gift. When Marsha P. Johnson threw those bricks at Stonewall, she was destroying and creating simultaneously.

Everything oscillates. And once you see this pattern, you can't unsee it.

The Books They Hid in Plain Sight

Between 1740 and 1834, they made it illegal for Black people to read. In Alabama, teaching us would cost you $7,600 in today's money. They understood that books are consciousness transfer devices; you literally download someone else's mental experience directly into your brain.

Now?

The books that could change everything are sitting on shelves, free at your local library. But they're counting on you not wanting them. They've made the path to knowledge look boring while making distraction look fun.

Here's the oscillation: The same system that once banned books now floods us with so much information, we can't process it. The same technology that could liberate us is designed to keep us scrolling. We have more access than ever and less wisdom to show for it.

But every time you read instead of scroll, you're oscillating back toward power.

The Sacred-Profane Feedback Loop

Who decided church music becomes profane when performed at Carnegie Hall? The notes haven't changed. The beauty hasn't diminished. Yet something fundamental seems different according to the gatekeepers.

Religious institutions constructed this authority because they understood something crucial: if you control the definitions, you control the people. They trained artists, monopolized resources, then claimed the right to define appropriate use of those talents.

But here's what neuroscience tells us: the brain regions activated during religious experiences significantly overlap with those involved in romantic love and sexual arousal. When the therapist asked Fleabag if she wanted to fuck the priest or fuck God, she was identifying this oscillation—we swing between human and divine connection because neurologically, they're processed by the same systems.

The most sacred thing might be recognizing there is no boundary. Everything sacred contains the profane. Everything profane holds the sacred. They oscillate together, creating the frequency of actual life.

The Safety-Revolution Paradox

Cree Summer at 55 has the best sex of her life because she finally understands safety. Not the safety of following rules, but the "Iron Buffalo" energy of knowing you'll figure it out without panic. Your nervous system literally needs to feel safe before your body can surrender to pleasure.

But here's the oscillation: the same safety that allows surrender also enables revolution. When Black and Brown trans women felt unsafe enough to throw bricks at Stonewall, they created safety for generations. Today, a straight man can wear nail polish because someone else chose danger.

Pride isn't just celebration: it's the oscillation between safety and risk, between who we are and who we're becoming. Gen Z inherited a world where gender expression oscillates freely because someone else refused to be still.

The Creative Destruction Cycle

Billy Joel saw it in 1977; people grinding themselves to dust for things that don't serve them. His song oscillates too, that piano never letting up, mirroring the treadmill existence he was describing.

Today, under Trump's administration, with Gaza suffering, with states criminalizing existence, Joel's message hits different. The choice to stay and endure versus risk everything for dignity elsewhere—that's oscillation in real time.

Joseph Schumpeter called it "creative destruction." The death of stars forges elements needed for life. Caterpillars dissolve into soup before becoming butterflies. Sometimes the most compassionate act is to stop preserving what needs to end.

The utopia we're building won't be still. It will oscillate—constantly transforming, letting go, becoming.

The 24-Year Oscillation

I turned 24 on July 19th, and I've been oscillating my whole life.

Six years ago: imprisoned in my mind, drowning in negative self-talk.

Now: rebuilt from ground zero, my own researcher, keeping what resonates.

Then: unable to make decisions, echoing others' beliefs.

Now: low tolerance for misalignment, creating space for compassion and accountability.

The award from high school—"Shoots for the Stars: because he can't be held down; he's limitless"—that wasn't a straight path to achievement. It was permission to oscillate toward infinity.

The love of my life is the love of my life. My relationship with myself is the foundation, but even that oscillates. Some days I'm the architect, some days the arsonist. Both demand unwavering devotion.

What You're Willing to Die For (And Why That Changes)

The question that cuts through everything: What are you willing to die for?

But here's what they don't tell you—this answer oscillates too. What matters most shifts as you grow, as you understand the difference between preferences (coffee choices), convictions (strongly held beliefs), and essentials (abandon these and you abandon yourself).

The people grinding themselves to death in Billy Joel's song thought their preferences were essentials. The artists leaving church for secular success discovered their essentials were bigger than institutional boundaries. Fleabag wanted the priest until she realized she wanted what he represented—certainty in an uncertain world.

Your essentials will oscillate, and that's not weakness. That's growth.

The Synchronicity Secret

When you're stressed, disconnected, threatened—your nervous system moves into protection, out of connection. Nearly impossible to get off, right? Your body's saying, "we got bigger problems than an orgasm right now."

But when you feel safe—really safe, not rule-following safe but knowing-yourself safe—your body remembers. It stops bracing for impact, starts melting into pleasure. That's when synchronicity becomes possible.

This applies to everything. Cumming at the same damn time. Reading at the same frequency as the author. Moving through the world synchronized with your values. It's all the same oscillation principle—when you stop forcing, things naturally sync.

The Liberation Frequency

They made reading illegal because they knew books make you "unfit to be a slave." They defined sacred and profane to control what you value. They created systems to make you grind until you "kick off before you even get halfway through." They separated body from spirit, pleasure from divine, making you choose between human and holy.

But we're oscillating back.

Every book you read. Every boundary you cross between sacred and profane. Every time you choose safety through authenticity rather than conformity. Every moment you recognize that destruction and creation are the same force—you're oscillating toward liberation.

The limit does not exist. Not mathematically, not personally, not collectively.

In the words of Beyoncé, you won't break my soul. In the words of Billy Joel, sometimes you gotta move out. In the words of every ancestor who died for our right to read—read a muthafuckin' book.

The Bottom Line

Life ain't linear, but that's where the magic lives. In the oscillation. In the space between sacred and profane, creation and destruction, safety and revolution. In knowing that sometimes you want to fuck the priest, sometimes you want to fuck God, and sometimes you realize they're the same desire wearing different clothes (or none at all lol).

At 24, I don't move in straight lines anymore. I'm oscillating—toward infinity, toward authenticity, toward a utopia that knows how to transform gracefully.

The question isn't whether you'll oscillate. You will. The question is whether you'll do it consciously, using that momentum to build something better, or whether you'll resist the natural rhythm and exhaust yourself trying to stay still.

Let go of the linear. Embrace the rhythm of curves and flow.

As always, stay tricky, be open-minded, get curious, and ride the oscillation.

Until next time,

Tricky Sol