Why do we fear our nature? What has taught us to teach ourselves to be so fearful when it comes to our desires and natural playfulness with our bodies? Which are the stories of sub-reality, spiritual religion, that we’re consumed with instead of beings enthralled in the reality before us? What is it of the judgement of our own human essence that we love being lovers of judging instead of being lovers of simply being? What becomes of our own selves as for the limitations we place on our own self exploration for the means of pleasing, what exactly?