There is a strange interplay to be found
between science and magic,
I could explain intimacy in terms of chemical reactions
Oxytocin is released
when an owner pets his dog,
when a child suckles at her mother’s breast,
when two people make love in the night
This oxytocin is the hormone responsible for bringing us closer together, for creating bonds,
but what service would I do to anyone to just leave it at that
Intimacy is so much more, and yet
still the simple matter of biology remains
Life is both an equation and an occasion,
a formula all people can enjoy.
Does knowing the inner working of a machine make it any less magical,
seeing the backstage of a performance any less engaging?
Indeed, tearing away the curtain, revealing the man at the controls
only makes it more beautiful,
if there is any beauty to be found in the first place.
That is the division between fact and fraud,
the latter can only take your so far
before the thrill expires,
whereas the former only gets more amazing
the deeper you go.