The fever comes.
The baser nature takes control, the Id, the Ur-Man, the animal.
I can’t explain it.
I am a thinking, rational, enlightened example of the human experience. I am beyond this. Yet there it is.
There I am.
The world spins on its axis and I am suddenly, acutely aware.
There you are.
And I work, work for it, punishing, longing, developing slowly and with dexterity.
And we suffer a little.
Because we all suffer a little for what we want.
And what I want is you.
There is no reason. Reason has no part in our algebra.