A.P. Chekhov, one of my favorites, has a short story titled “The Man in a Case”. If you haven’t read it so far, please read it immediately. That way you’d understand a bit better the things that I write about here.
Waking up after a night of heavy drinking, I have a feeling that my body is dispersed over a great surface, and my organs are slowly starting to come together and form myself again. I was always disappointed by the end result of that process.
When creating animal species, God granted them sexuality to ensure the continuation of his work. Not even he could have imagined how greatly humans are going to abuse this gift.