With a Ring on the Side of her Nose; Wearing other People's Clothes

I suppose after I get done beating around the bush, this is all going to be about sex.   Maybe "it" is all is about sex.    But alas, we are creatures of stories and words and concepts.  So lets begin gently at first.

You can talk about "it"  romantically.  In modern parlance, consider the concept of the "OTP:"  the one true pair.  Taylor Swift and Calvin Harris.   The somewhat dated concept of the "Brangenlina."  Or, if you want to use the vernacular utilized by my daughters:

Brangelina are literally ultimate relationship goals. OTP for life xxx #brangelina #otp http://instagram.com/p/zQSyfBrR4F/ 

Romance is all well and good, but you can never underestimate the power of a good euphemism, so lets talk about "it" euphemistically, tangentially, horizontally, and later vertically.  To wit:  "the beast with two backs."  After all, what's a good story without a beastly villain?

The "beast" has been around a long time.  Shakespeare tangled with "it" in Act 1 Scene 1, II of Othello:

"I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs."

We must not forget that "it" has a philosophical component to it as well.  Plato's take on the beast not only incorporated two backs into the act, but the entire body.  Check this out from Plato's "Symposium:"

"humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.” 

As such, Plato's vision is both more and less than the mere "beast."  In one sense, it includes the heart and mind to the "beast" with an even more visceral rendition of "it." But on the other hand, isolated fragments looking for the sweet consummation of integration are never whole without "it."  The two halves spend existence bound by magnetism.  They would be willing to give up everything to realign with their other half.   The beast still has a choice.

In the end, perhaps another metaphor is not a jealous god (Zeus) separating humans because he fears them.   Maybe we can envision humanity as all pieces of a fractured god who descended to this earth in an untold number of colorful shards. In this way, there is not a simple dichotomy of isolated humans searching for their other half, but an infinite number of god/universe/diety fragments drawn together   much like the affinity of electons and protons, forming infinitely complex networks.  What draws us together is more than procreation, but the echos of a unified cosmos.  We are the "The Beast with the Billion Backs" in homage to Futurama."  

So if you've come in off the street
And you're beginning to feel the heat
Well listen buster
You better start to move your feet
To the rockinest, rock-steady beat
Of madness
One step beyond!