The heart wants what it wants, but the mind plays the cinema that makes the heart relish the beauty of the right hemisphere. Such strong pangs unfurled in a moment of desire, that the heart and mind lose control, turning slaves to salacity. Or the way, the world around dreads and keeps in pants, the way the religions banish from even the thought and the way, humans have forgotten to be. To be the beasts, we inherited in our DNAs and the true nature of conquest, that has brought laurels as wealth and intelligence, to our present day. It’s not passion that drives us , but lust inching to insanity, that drives us to engage in the mundane world. To hide in the shadows of the normal, like the glowing eyes of the wolf treading back into the foliage, before leaping with the final blow.