Just kidding. Eggs aren’t gross. I suppose most stuff at the microscopic level looks that way.
But I can’t help see this and think that half of life’s building blocks looks like a complicated, intricate weave of molecular material. And my half of the conception equation is just a frigging torpedo with a strange propellor sprinting in a death race.
I wonder if nature built us a little metaphor there: women hold, in a sacred, semi-penetrable ball, the origin of human life and men are meant to drill into it.
I need some more sleep, don’t I? Never happen.
Love and Rockets,
Philosopher for Hire