An amoeba is lucky it’s so small…else its narcissism would lead to war…since self-love seems so frequently to lead to self-righteousness…
I suppose a case could be made…that there are more amoebas than people…that they comprise the physical majority…and therefore the moral right…But luckily amoebas rarely make television appeals to higher Gods…and baser instincts…so one must ask if the ability to reproduce oneself efficiently has anything to do with love…
The night loves the stars as they play about the Darkness…the day loves the light caressing the sun…We love…those who do…because we live in a world requiring light and Darkness…partnership and solitude…sameness and difference…the familiar and the unknown…We love because it’s the only true adventure…
I’m glad I’m not an amoeba…there must be more to all our lives than ourselves…and our ability to do more of the same…