Not to say that I don't like sex. Sex is a wasteland. At times, I feel my existence irretrievably headed towards wastelands. It is important to note however that it is nearly impossible to live within a wasteland. One can merely exist by traversing through wastelands. Understand as well that there are many wastelands to traverse through in life, and that sex is just but one of them. And don't be afraid to delve into the craggy spurs nestled on the edges of the frontier, just keep eyes set on the paths that wind about carrying a sense of movement in the journey. The last thing one generally wants is to be marooned... but even then, be aware that being marooned is a possibility that one may also choose for their self. Freedom, still, is unbounded.