I stepped out my door into the roar of a million cicada orgasms. I thought to myself: once every 17 years, they deserve a good noisy one. How would you feel if you got one of life’s great pleasures only once every 17 years? And you crawled out with a fungus that made your butt fall off?
We homo sapiens, feeling very superior, think of the cicada phenomenon as strange and even entertaining. But as the cicadas come out in each cycle they see us in a world war or massacring one another across the globe.
Can you blame them for wanting to just crawl back into the ground. We’d probably be a better species if we all got together regularly for one big noisy orgasm.
Are you up for it?
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