Two billion years ago we gametes fused,
but it wasn't exactly working, abit too random.
So we specialized into tiny, mobile gametes and
larger, less mobile ones. You guessed it,
the prehistoric ***** and eggs.
Early reproduction was by hermaphroditic
organisms, until specialization led to two
distinct sexes, but only if it enabled survival.
So muitiple iterations became available as needed.
Fate, faith and mythology had nothing to do with it,
except to teach us not quite cooked humans that
if you had eggs, you stayed put and bred.
You lucky enough to have *****
could farm, fish, or rule as opporunity provided,
And those blessed with an abundance of testosterone could ****, maim and pillage - no permission needed.
And you're right - this isn't a poem, or a history of ****** specialization. Rather, it's biological mystery story,
a once upon a time tale that might help you
understand the rich and wild world of ****** diversity.
Like most of our qualities and characteristics, the "recipe'
is always about survival and adaptability. In other words,
there were no gametes named Adam and Eve. But perhaps,
there was a Garden of Eden where all us gametes got along?
I don't hate men - love'em actually. But it's the testosterone-driven ones that create the misery in the world. And that's not fate..we can change that.