A wasp just got almost into my eye. Look how intimate she is. The intimacy is in the hand of the most dangerous, as always. They fear nothing. They get closer to who they prey. They know no limits. Such a beast. Such a beast? Now that I am thinking, the beast was its monstrous version, or the wasp is its midget version. What does all these even mean? I mustn’t arouse you. You mustn’t rape me. Just because I show my skin does not mean you can touch it. (She touches it anyway.) Nothing about a beastly attitude is sexual. Or is it not? How can one approach their lover if they are not like wasps? Insistent. If you want to be a good person only, with what intention you can find a partner? Without feeling attracted to me both sexually and spiritually, how can you touch me? Look at this wasp and feel ashamed! How can I judge her if she stings me? Or how can God judge me if I sin? The size definitely matters. The smaller you get, the careless you can be. We humans have become greater than gods, all that there is can judge us now. They can touch us, sting us, rape us… Until we die…