When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
The closeups of pornography make human genitals look like undiscovered prehistoric animals.
Self-realization sounds good. But what if only an enraged dwarf emerges?
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
Rule of science: only exclude purpose, and Nature will reveal her causes.