You Are A Person And Then You

Life Contains These Things: Leakage And Wickage And Discharge, Pus And Snot And Slime And Gleet. We Are Biology. We Are Reminded Of This At The Beginning And The End, At Birth And At Death. In Between We Do What We Can To Forget.

Yes, The Money Could Be Better Spent On Earth. But Would It? Since When Has Money Saved By Government Redlining Been Spent On Education And Cancer Research? It Is Always Squandered. Let's Squander Some On Mars. Let's Go Out And Play.

Yet If You Don't Understand The Physiology Of A Biological System Or Process-like Female Sexual Arousal-you Can't Possibly Come Up With A Way To Fix It When Things Go Wrong. No One Would Have Come Up With A Treatment For Diabetes If Physiologists Hadn't Figured Out How Metabolism, Blood Sugar, And Insulin Work.

Sharing A Room With A Cadaver Is Only Mildly Different From Being In A Room Alone. They Are The Same Sort Of Company As People Across From You On Subways Or In Airport Lounges, There But Not There. Your Eyes Keep Going Back To Them, For Lack Of Anything More Interesting To Look At, And Then You Feel Bad For Staring.

It Is The Mind That Speaks A Woman's Heart, Not The Vaginal Walls.