Sunday, February 3, 2008

on Castration

In order to ensure a genial sort of intimacy—a domesticated beast far removed from the calls of the wild, one that will not stray too far from the yard—we castrate our basic feelings for one another well before they approach adolescence. Paying no heed to the actual person before us, the magnificent being who is unlike any other that has ever existed or will ever exist, we remove our scalpels and deftly go about our ugly work. Because we are, at this point in history, a sickly and pathetic race, we fear the noble form that our feelings aspire to and prefer the broken to the feral.

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