Love, Peace & Chicken Grease

"Life is meant to be lived, to build experiences ... so live it."

He smiled at me as he shoveled dirt from one mound to another. Hot thick air stands around us, heating our lungs, drying out our insides. Water sloshes down a throat and spills onto a white singlet - patchy with grime & mud.

From him I seek counsel.

Romantic counsel. This of course makes no sense, he has been married to one woman his entire life, legally since 2004, emotionally since he was sixteen, he's now twenty-six. No other woman has lay with him.

How?

How do you consign yourself to one mate for life, forever? It doesn't seem natural it doesn't seem instinctual. A human being just does not seem like the creature who lives one life, one lover. We have a duty to procreate, we are social beings. Sex is and always will be a need of mine.

I think the answer is, God.

We design a God that is perfect, that wants us to abide by commandments ... don't steal, don't kill ... don't be an adulterer, don't lie. These are all impossible by human standards, we steal everyday, we lie everyday and in certain circumstances we'll kill without apprehension or delay. We created something we can't uphold, we threw down laws and indoctrinated our children with it because of some collective moral compass, but none of us really believe in it.

I'll love.

I'll love freely, one sexual interaction with another doesn't dilute another sexual interaction with another other.

Maybe I'm immoral. I don't care.

How I do crave romance though. Does my approach to physical love conflict with my desire for emotional surrender. Complete and utter romantic love?