The bodies are fundamentally similar, no mystery there.— from Flights, by Olga Tokarczuk.
But not the vaginas. Those are like fingerprints, in fact they could use those embarrassing organs, which the police have yet to appreciate, for identification — they are absolutely unique. Beautiful as orchids that draw in insects with their shape and colour. What a strange thought — that this botanical mechanism has been preserved somehow even into the era of humankind's development. It would be understating it to say it's been effective. It almost seems to him that nature itself so delighted in this petal-based idea that it became determined to take it further, heedless of the fact that man would wind up with a psyche that would slip out of control and conceal what had been so beautifully developed. Hide it in underwear, in insinuations, in silence.
I posit that much the same could be said for penises — they are like fingerprints (not the whole finger?) — though I haven't seen too many lately, and when I was seeing them more regularly, I wasn't paying them the attention I ought to.
Indeed, people are like fingerprints.
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And, back in the Day when Monsieur Bertillon held sway, the shape of the ear was known to be unique to each of us; it still is. Small wonder that something else (do we hold our ability to hear in higher or lower esteem than pleasure and procreation?) more intimate wouldn't also be individuated.
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