The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
A Greater and Newer Kind of Love.
by Regis Boff
Human beings are the only creatures that can love recreationally. Evolution has herded some higher animals away from considering their spawn as “tasty,” into the mammalian trait of being willing to die for their kids. But no other animal just loves. In most societies, we declare that we feel at least some odd attraction before we match up to make a child.
There are twosomes though, who mate forever without surrendering to the fearsome biological commandment for children. I can only observe this as a higher plateau for love. A greater and newer kind of love.