The Bonobo//Panzee Paradox

This ludicrous vessel, this machine of want, this Sisyphean meat.

How am I to know anything about you?

Your processes, and functions can be known as surely as is.

But how am I to have a relationship with you?

Am I a thing inside you?

If so then where did I come from? and what am I made from? if not you.

It does not matter what the answer is,

it matters not until I feel the same as the answer.

I know myself to be different from you,

I am in you, not apart of you.

You are my cage, as far as I can tell.

Perhaps this will change but this is how I feel,

and no knowledge can change that until I feel it.

I am a thing moving faster than you, you;

a body shaped by the hunt, shaped to run and throw and climb and move and kill, but I

can't do any of those things except as recreation.

You are not the body I need.

But alas you are the body I want.

The natural form, the thing abiding by the forces that made it.

It can't be simple coincidence that the form most suited to the function of it's own

existence is the most attractive form.

a mind shaped by myth, perhaps on accident.

You are beautiful and delicate, but not the mind I need.

You are a bi-polar mind, a limiting vessel of I that pulls me in two directions.

Am I the chimpanzee?

Or am I the bonobo?