Why is it that humans see beauty and want to possess it?
A story told by a dead flower
Bryce Reynolds

Because we don’t own it until we can decide on it’s existence. There’s something about total and irrevocable domination; of course it’s reptilian but the man beating his wife into submission right now isn’t interested in anatomy.

Until they are completely sublimated and integrated into our sphere of control most* love remains contentious apart from very high relational IQ from both parties.

I didn’t write the code my dear, we are all just executing it.

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