The body is but the product of semen and of blood,
which then becomes a meal for death, a dwelling place for suffering,
a tavern for disease. A man may know all this
and yet, perforce, from lack of judgment,
drowning in the sea of ignorance,
he yearns for love, for sons, for women and for land.
. . .
These rogues, the senses, seeking to please themselves,
cozen a man with hope of pleasure
to enjoy their objects of delight.
In the end, when they have gained their purpose,
they lose all interest and leave their man
in the power of fate with one more bill to pay.
My sister sent me this URL. It's very funny (takes a while to load, though): The End of the World.
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