Charlie Sheen is right. We are all wired differently. My brother is half my DNA, and we have something in common, but there is still a gap. No words can ultimately communicate how we think. Kin are nearest, dearest strangers, but still strangers. Physical fusion is the closest facsimile to oneness. And from that sublime counterfeit, marriages have been born.
Settle while you can!
Friday, March 04, 2011
Biology Speaks!
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