I've realised that I've been expelled from my mother's uterus as if being shot from a canon, towards a barn door covered in rusty hooks and old nail files. It's a matter of how you use the intervening time in an intelligent and ironic way, and try not to do anything dastardly to your fellow creatures.
Some say that after making love he bites of the head off his partner. And that he sleeps inside out.
All we know is he is called sage!
OT: there is probably too much to cut off anyway lol
Ps: this probably belongs in the flood