Is the Third eye to Open?

I am painfully relieved of lust, love, the sensation to finger touch and excitement from warm breath. I am in full control because I am in complete consciousness, false included. I can consciously love, hate, imagine, determine how much to give and turn the knobs of the intensity of pleasure. Am I just bowled over or is it a liberating irreversible corrosion? Can it be profanely illuminating at my age, my left over shreds of desire, my cognitive limitations or, is it a mere phase? Will a sequence of such phases give me a solution or a restful way of dealing with the probable large surviving chunk of life knowing that in all my quest for knowledge or otherwise, one day or one nihgt, in a fraction of time, I will cease to happen? Is waning of sensual hysteria a help to know more about the state of happening of life which is so futile that it is born to lose? Then why am I clinging so tight to a body which is a mere page in the universal storybook of my soul? Is attachemnt not beautiful? Or is it just wrong timing to be born in a post-industrial society?

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!