It’s All About the Base

Rabelais had it right. Putting aside all high-mindedness and talk of objectification, to a sexed male human a woman is the hole that he needs. To a sexed human female a man is the peg that she needs. In this respect we should not flatter ourselves that we are any different in needing and creating fierce elemental pair-bonds just as albatrosses or penguins do. Nor should we despise the gloriously liberating simplicity of this - the joyful thing that lies at the bottom of human society, creating it bottom-up (pun-intended perhaps) from the basic units that the life-driven force of sex creates - human families. The only way in which we differ from other animals is in the fact that we, alone, know we are animals. Highbrow illusions or platonic ideas or ideals that we begin in anything else should be dispensed with. We live in the element of sex and our lives are entirely mediated through it. We are sex. In no way does this detract from all the fine cultural sophistications that flow naturally from this beginning and reflections on our mortal predicament. It is necessary to get the whole in perspective though.
Life only exists because of sex. Sex is life. Sex is what we are first. It is touch, smell, sense and emotion and caters for our deepest needs and the things that drive most of what we do. It is the vehicle of love ever increasing and multiplying itself. The sophistications of rationalisation follow on entirely dependent on the physical existing first. A mirror can only reflect if it has something to reflect.
Religious ideas will arise from reflections on who created things such that love resides so joyfully in and depends so wholly on the physical. Even our moral destiny is predicated on existing first in flesh. “Lo, he abhors not the virgin’s womb.”