Loved since childhood, were separated a great number of years, and all the time looking for each other. But in this world you cannot rely on the recognition of face, body and face are changed like clothes, like clouds, can not return and stopping is impossible, and to get to know someone (in both senses!) you have to live along, days, or years, but closely together and to finally confidently say: Yes. And here it converges, diverges, running, looking, rushing, touches, falls in love, sometimes in several, living with them or sending them to distant countries. But he doesn't know that he actually found her, Yes, she did, she had recognized him and waiting, well, when, when he knew it, but he still longs for; she tries this way and that, trying to be different, recalls what it was in childhood, lives with him now in several bodies, one leaves and comes back a completely different - and in fact, she's all that - and he loves it all, now loves, but still dreams about that not know her-them, vimas night and delightedly running in circles day and fears like "they" were not jealous of each other, that's silly.
Why sex miracle: because the confirmation and justification of all of you, with all the giblets. Yes, it's you, Yes you: I found you, chose you want to continue to give and to receive the gift of eternity. You are what I want to have a future.
Most importantly, what keeps the family sense of security, but this alone is not enough: there must be a sense that this security is not free and not an automatic that you will forgive all and for all Pat (although, of course, never kicked out). So, there must be confidence that you yourself will never do the things that you love will become less like a hand driver - a quiet confidence that he will never go into the oncoming lane, although this is enough for the slightest movement. Therefore, it is sometimes possible to prevent small VIH-VIH with a squeal of brakes, so my eyes opened and heart pounding. But if someone really breaks down and goes into the oncoming lane - urgently rush to move the road markings (or pretend that it is training, not seriously) that there was no sense of nepopravimoe and post-traumatic syndrome: "Yes, swerved, but not fatal, just be careful".
The most important as in life in General that sex remained a miracle for all its accessibility: to ask, to open, to earn and not to believe what he deserved, to be surprised as the first time.
No need to be afraid and to vstrechat because there is such task - to make forever. As there is no problem to create timeless body (although possible), generational change driven by evolution. There will be other after us will know more, learn from our mistakes.
Sex is such a fundamental VIN-VIN if it is used correctly. A virtually inexhaustible source of goodness. "Love conquers fear" (suppressed amygdala in the brain), and even possessiveness and jealousy, paradoxically.
Why are we not flying into space if the earth is not all fed? Well no, the opposite: here Narmada, and will they have something to do, and not sit back with a belly full.
It is that feeling, is not original - that the future is now, that "something to do" need to re-learn people to live together, almost from scratch, because the reproduction and management do not work as the glue for the family.
One I read the memories, how at the end of that century the streets were filled with people babbling nonsense in cell phones? Type, while silent, it was possible to entertain the illusion that they are still normal in the majority.
Orgasm! I love our roars and cries, perfectly distorted faces, convulsions, shock, with all the dope already, not looking where. Not seeing the man as his and not fall in love for real. But here that is not even a similarity and not evolutionary convergence, and it is literally the same mechanisms in the brain, the facial expressions, the body that terrible pain, in the tortures. Just another sign, polarity. And nothing can be smooth and Refine, in any way, and don't need, that's fine, I will not give it. I want to scream and cry, and make them. And because there is no alternative: I'm sorry-move, but we slowly and is difficult to mold the perception of this. Not to abandon burneti and tears, here's another, just to forget that as rapidly it happens and when it hurts. To forget what hurts. Yes, fiction, but it's the only way, I'm sure, and the best. As the smile evolved from the menacing grin and the grin disappeared.
Elf as a concept... He did that JRRT? Than for the millionth time to expose human nature, just sat down and wrote... not even ideal, but only took out what was in the way. Did not notice. Called "elf" - that was the assignment... but no matter. The main thing here is quiet nezamechena, the Supreme victory over evil: not denial, not triumph, just - what, what are you? it is not, does not happen...
