We are peculiar creatures, acting in bizarre ways.
For instance, no one minds when I casually talk
about my lunch or brushing teeth at least twice a day,
but even the mere mention of things like excretion
or masturbation makes everyone uneasy, to say the least.
Or another trivial example: we swallow about two pints
of saliva per day, but try to spit some into a glass
and then drink it without a gag reflex. I’m quite sure
even just thinking about it sends a shiver down your spine.
Of course, you could say that it is simply a matter of rising
above the level of beasts, let alone the refined taste
and sophistication we so readily attribute to ourselves
as a species exclusively. The thing is, we can play gods
all we want, but a monkey in a tuxedo is still a monkey.
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