Love is a Many-Splintered Thing

20062014246Love is funny; I can barely conceal my laughter. Originally it was most likely conceived in the mind of God as a cheap parlor trick to get us up off our collective ass and reproduce–or so the Darwinists might have it, if they bothered to believe in God, which most don’t, and still felt the need to back-fill the ‘reasons’ for natural selection, which most do…

Otherwise we’d just look at each other naked, go “yeah, right,” then roll back over and go to sleep. But mix up a witch’s brew of warmth and fuzziness, and… and… comeliness, desire and a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’, and you’ve really got something…

Since those humble beginnings love has certainly ‘gone viral’. Entire religions–like Christianity–are based on the promises of its premises, and still others weigh in heavily against its celebrated aphrodisiacal qualities. Still others kill for it, and many more die for it. It gets ugly. That ‘love’ sh*t really caught on, didn’t it?

Planet of the Monkeys

Planet of the Monkeys

Penetration implies possession. In the state of Nature reproductive rights weigh heavily in the social hierarchies of animals. The Big Guy gets to ham on the harem, while the rest get a hand up, a porno app and a hanky to clean up the mess…

For the females it isn’t much better: the ugly ones don’t get to breed. We are fed images of Photoshop babes that make it hard (pun) for the real thing to compete. TV and ‘journalism’ these days are little more than cheap ads in sex tabloids to keep us titillated, as the lightness of love increasingly gives way to the darkness of sex, all to increase sales, or so it seems. Sex sells…

But we humans still manage to keep it fairly civilized at least, as long as it doesn’t get too psychotic. But if it isn’t psychotic, is it still love?

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