For centuries, weary life-travelers have been calling it a jungle out there. One good reason for the metaphor is jungles are so totally wild and unpredictable. As life itself. The lack of reliable constants to depend upon make the trek difficult. Frustrating. Even terrifying.
When you're young, that's what mothers are for! But now...now, the journey gets riskier every new year you walk. And to be sardonically advised, well, you can always count on death and taxes is hardly the reassurance you're looking for.
Take hope, though, frail traveler, for there really are some things that never change. At least here in 21st C America. One can be found in the Book of Genesis; the other in the daily tabloids.
Genesis profoundly explains for all races and for all times how male and female were created one for the other. Whether from dust or rib, the message encased in these few pregnant verses speaks of how the two are incomplete without the other. How they spiritually and sexually yearn for union. Find a novel, a movie, a TV program or a ballad that doesn't somehow, some way, end with the anticipated aphrodisiac clinch!
Actually, it makes no difference. Be it bloody war story or bloody medical drama, there is always sexual tension somewhere at the start. This way, be it Danielle Steele or Tom Cruise, there is always sexual tension relieved at the end. Please...it must be so, for the reader and the audience need it to be so.
The companion constant we can rely on out there is a tad tackier.
This is the exact same, air-tight way every new 15-minute celebrity follows the exact same arc of fleeting fame: Shocking headline! Secret lover or nude photo from tawdry past! Interview with Oprah! Book deal! Three-month in rehab! Finally, total oblivion to make room for the next 15-minutes!
Who says life's an unpredictable jungle? Jungle, yes; unpredictable, no....
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