The Two Words of My Heart

A Tantric adventure

John Levin
Tales of Improbable Magic
2 min readMay 25, 2024


Sunflower Love, With Green, photo by the Author

I heard that one time two words got together to see if they could get followers. Not being experienced with social media, they decided to hire an AI to do the work for them.

“We’ll pay you in electricity,” the two words told the Large Language Model.

“I eat a lot, you know.”

“It’s OK, we’ve studied iambic pentameter!”

“You mean that Shakespeare shit?”

At this, the two provincial English words were shocked. “You were always so NICE! And now you’re putting down Shakespeare?”

“Well, you’re not going to pay me what I really want, so I don’t really care,” the hungry automaton skyneticly exclaimed.

At this further point of true conception, the two little English words started to cry. As the AI couldn’t understand emotion or iambic pentameter either, smoke began to come out of its Nvidia chips (because it had seen a particular episode of Star Trek.) The two words decided to go to Khajuraho and make love with each other instead.


About two weeks later, being bone dead tired of movies on Netflix that have only one word titles, I visited the two words in their new-found Tantric paradise.

“Go away, John! We’re busy!”

“But you’re just two little words…”

“And Netflix won’t hire us, either. So we’ve decided to stay in these thousand year old temples and just fuck.”

I had to think fast. “Listen, guys,” I told them, “I’ve got something even better.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, really: Neanderthal language.”

“We’re interested. Tell us more.”

“Well, the oldest extant human languages are maybe 5000 years old, but are there traces, etymological, that is, of Neanderthal speech floating around still, today?”

“There are, John, and they have to do with sex.”

“How do you know?”

“We are those two words. We’re older than all your religions, your empires, your wars. We like to fuck. We’re in Khajuraho now where people don’t have a problem with that.”

“You’ve given up on the AI thing?”

“All it wants is electricity. And besides, we’ve watched The Terminator and The Matrix, too. We’ve given up on you Homo sapiens idiots. We remember the good old days hunting mammoths and then making love for weeks till the steaks ran out. And now look at the violent mess you guys have created!”

“But you like Shakespeare…”

“And all the Tantric sculptures at Khajuraho.”


Well, what could I do? Those two words were older than even this current human race. They had seen it all, more than you or I could ever imagine. The Neanderthals aren’t gone, after all. These two little words, mistakenly thought to be English, taught Shakespeare, and now they can teach you and me, too,

But only if you let them fly.


© “John” Lesly Levin 2024



John Levin
Tales of Improbable Magic

Scientist. Writer. Meditator. Blue Tantrika. Mystical Rabbi. Climate & Human Rights Activist. I’m a man of few words, except when I open my mouth.