Individual Reality's Absence
He sits alone daily, thinking of what way to approach that girl of divine beauty; gazing with such rhapsody. His studies go second as priority; his convoluted instinct invades his mind. After finding the perfect method, he approaches her, asking to accompany her home. When confronted with the temptation of first sex, she goes forth with no thought of repercussion or self-worth. At 17 years of age, ignorant to the virtues of her very being, she chooses animalistic lust over love and intimacy: throwing herself to his bed in the infamous order of action before thought, that sense of individual reality totally absent.
Nine months later, birth is given to a baby boy. The prospect of fatherhood chases the older "boy" away, knowing he was unready. However, she, left with the responsibilities of motherhood has no escape; condemned to face the reality of what she is unready and uncapable, and two lives are forever scorned. What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things with the aspirations of angels, and the instincts of beasts? Can we not control that virtual balance? Does instinct overbear intellect? Yearning the incommensurate, bodily lusts taking over mind. All knowledge of the sublime taken away; humans, rendered inhumane.
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