It’s the weirdest thing in the world,

the connection between seminal fluid levels, images of femininity, the formation of complex emotions, and the urge to merge them all with the presumably equally mysterious nexus of another, damp with fecundity and erect with possibility. Thus the mystery of Creation, biology begets image begets desire begets biology in a never-ending dance. What’s it like without image? Do dogs get images of the bitches they want to fuck? Do they get any other images? Do they feel emotion? Do they miss their mates? The females will sacrifice everything but their own lives to save that of their offspring, then walk away like nothing happened when the battle is lost and life goes on. Humanity produces sages and saints, masters and magicians, who live and die and devote their lives to tell you nothing more than what you already knew before you got ‘civilized’.