It has no names

Life intermingles. Always. It knows not where one thing begins and another ends. It has no names. Life seduces. Amidst the colors and aromas of the forest, there is a sensual interplay that causes everything to grow, mingle, and reproduce. There is a constant Eros. Human hypocrisy begins when we invoke a non-existent purity, erecting walls and labeling desire a sin.