Did you tie up your love after you pulled it out?
Of course, my love.
Do you know that in the old days, before they knew how it worked, they thought it was the doing of it that made it happen.
Oh really?
Back then, babies didn't come from sperm and eggs, they came from orgasms.
Back then you probably always made a baby. Or a miscarriage. Or a dead woman. What do we make now? Our freedom is teaspoon of funky white liquid tied up in a piece of latex.
Ah, science.
Tell me about it.
But that's just it.
What do you mean?
I mean that it's for us to decide what it is.
It does seem meaningless, doesn't it? All this thrashing around, often with someone you don't even like, all for a little mess. And that mess could have been half a person. We are in a sorry state.
But it's still creation. It's always creation. And whatever comes with a coupling, whether it's love or ecstasy or boredom or hatred, it's a unique thing, like a baby. Just like a person. And there are all kinds of persons...maybe for our time, the experience is the baby. The physical act of living and creating is the new soul, just not incarnate.
You have some really weird ideas.
it's amateur hour
