In one of numerous bygone eras, the youthful boy I once knew as myself came to the profound realization that I harbored no desire to be entangled within the ranks of the commonplace citizens of mortal realms, whose aspirations extend no further than the propagation of their genetic lineage through rudimentary means. Rather, my ambition transcended such mundane pursuits, aspiring to embody a superior existence that would tread upon the purposeless masses with resolute purpose. During the days of my youth, I contemplated a myriad of questions, one of which pondered the most sublime and euphoric experiences available to the human spirit. Deliberating upon the essence of humanity itself—whether encapsulated in the trials and tribulations or the elations of love—I underwent a revelation. It transpired during the midday of Spring, as I sat beneath the venerable beech tree on campus, immersed in contemplation. My ruminations were abruptly interrupted by a gentle voice, introducing a delightful exchange of banter, which seamlessly evolved into teasing. This lighthearted interaction culminated in playful nudges and affectionate tickling. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow on her face as she reclined on the grass, laughter resonating with the harmonious ambiance. A singular emotion emerged, enveloping these moments and transcending the ordinary, as if the cosmos conspired to interweave our beings into the intricate tapestry of existence. That was well over a handful of millennia ago. How pitiable it now appears, in modern times, observing the many people futilely dispatching "dick pics" in a desperate bid for carnal gratification. I disdain the notion of succumbing to the woes of sexually transmitted afflictions, as they collectively lament their unrelenting cycle of lust met with merciless rejection. Be humble, you say? My humility abounds. Is it not the malevolent violators who tarnish the fabric of our communities, and what of the insidious specter of sexually transmitted diseases? Contemplating the moral inadequacy of abortions and unforeseen pregnancies, I merely articulate unassailable truths. By definition, we are an exalted race, and it is conceivable that our creation is orchestrated by the divine will.