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Most men overestimate themselves. It__ the only way they can reproduce. It__ why we__e all here, us humans. Overestimation.

To some believers, being on the pill or using a condom is a nonverbal way of telling God to go to hell.

If human pleasure did not have both a lid and a time limit, we would not bestir ourselves to do things that were not pleasurable, such as toiling for our subsistence. And then we would not survive. By the same token, should our mass mind ever become discontented with the restricted pleasures doled out by nature, as well as disgruntled over the lack of restrictions on pain, we would omit the mandates of survival from our lives out of a stratospherically acerbic indignation. And then we would not reproduce. As a species, we do not shout into the sky, __he pleasures of this world are not enough for us._ In fact, they are just enough to drive us on like oxen pulling a cart full of our calves, which in their turn will put on the yoke. As inordinately evolved beings, though, we can postulate that it will not always be this way. __ time will come,_ we say to ourselves, __hen we will unmake this world in which we are battered between long burden and brief delight, and will live in pleasure for all our days._ The belief in the possibility of long-lasting, high-flown pleasures is a deceptive but adaptive flimflam. It seems that nature did not make us to feel too good for too long, which would be no good for the survival of the species, but only to feel good enough for long enough to keep us from complaining that we do not feel good all the time.

We are aberrations__eings born undead, neither one thing nor another, or two things at once _ uncanny things that have nothing to do with the rest of creation, horrors that poison the world by sowing our madness everywhere we go, glutting daylight and darkness with incorporeal obscenities. From across an immeasurable divide, we brought the supernatural into all that is manifest. Like a faint haze it floats around us. We keep company with ghosts. Their graves are marked in our minds, and they will never be disinterred from the cemeteries of our remembrance. Our heartbeats are numbered, our steps counted. Even as we survive and reproduce, we know ourselves to be dying in a dark corner of infinity. Wherever we go, we know not what expects our arrival but only that it is there.

I decided that in spite of my silence I would demonstrate and reproduce in reality the picture of the church that I saw inside my spirit

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that__ gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.

There would definitely be way fewer instances of cheating, if the average couple did not have sex only when the woman feels like it.

The human population would probably be way less than a thousand, if ejaculation were not usually accompanied by an orgasm.

Many millions of pregnancies__any if not most of which have each led to the birth of at least one child__ere each used as nothing but a conspicuous means to a secret end called the evasion of abortion.

For their never-ending endeavours to obtain or retain wealth, countries desperately need companies, because they__nlike most human beings__ave the means of production, and human beings, because they__nlike all companies__ave the means of reproduction.

If You're Disappointed Or Lost Something, Don't Stay In That Situation For Long.... Be Like Hydra Which Has Never Die Attitude.... When It Loses One Part of It's Body, It Reproduces Again.... So, Transform Your Pain To A New Birth....