F**K

A thought I had awhile back.

Like a month to a flame, it is the simplest description of this obsession.
Not to be confused with love, lust, or want; but a fundamental instinct to attach ones self to another.
It is similar to mating season in the wild, no one is above it, nothing can escape it.
Entire species enveloped in a carnal frenzy to reproduce, to pair off, to mate.
Sickening as it seems, developed, intelligent human beings; bound by such animalistic needs.
What harm is done they ask?
Not knowing a life other than for maintaining population...
Could you ever have the knowledge, the experience of a more meaningful existence?
What is your purpose?