All our lives we plan and plunger. One goal mind, we move through the nebulous ether that we call life. Our encounters based on hidden motives and self gain. Procreating with the multitude is so deeply ingrained that at an imbalance may achieve astounding levels of perversion. Purposeless existence of those eternally damned by others who found their false salvation, the popular ones, the glamorous ones, the souls lost in their own shallowness. Yet we strive to achieve the same shallowness we look down upon; a failure of logic or triumph of genetics. Sub-conscious formed from primal urges once felt and long since forgotten. We are sexual creatures with false morals imposed by those that could not overcome; those that limit you are ones who cannot match you. Our last prison is the one in our mind, deep in the recesses of the super-ego, the eternal limit on our infinite potential, festering upon our poor ego and the hapless id. That is the law.