Although I find clerical celibacy stupid — I would make a horrible ascetic monk — I find that temporary periods of reduced sexual activity enhance my understanding of Eros, the Greek God of erotic love.
I cultivate Eros toward a young man, and dream of one day waking at his side. And if Eros should ever mate Aphrodite, metaphorically speaking, then, on that wondrous day, shall I — in my flesh and in his — see God. (Job 19:26)
Note to the overly literal: I sorely doubt Job had sex on the brain. Ditto Isaiah 40:5.