Gain another level of understanding

"If you are starving to death, you will eat anything."

- Dr. Martin J. Care 

During my most recent retreat to the beautiful forests of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I found myself.  

I was hiking alone, naked, at midnight.  It had been a long few days of fasting from food and water and my body was telling me it needed sustenance.  The warm air crawled across my body as I went deep into the bushes near the hut I was staying at.  In the veil of the dim moonlight, I saw two monkeys fighting.  It was a rampage like something I had never seen before.  Two beautiful creatures engaging in the most visceral, primal, and ageless act of combat.  It seemed like they were fighting over a piece of tree fruit - a prized treat in the area I was staying.  The two beasts were yelping and crying, swinging and scratching - two gladiators in the colosseum of the sub-saharan outback.  It looked as if the taller, albeit more slender, monkey was going to win the battle.  He had his opponent trapped between his leg and a rock on the ground.  It looked as if he was looking for something - anything - to finish the other monkey off - a coup de grâce.  It was at that exact moment, I raised my side arm that I always carry with me when exploring - especially at night - and shot both monkeys in the head.  And after those two pops, there was an eerie silence that took over the night sky.  No more monkeys screaming and biting - just silence.  I walked over to the two bodies.  The thick smell of iron and sweat and hair and spit was held stagnant in the air.  Without so much as a second thought, I bent down and shot a bullet hole through the temporal portion of each of their skulls.  I lifted the first head, the monkey who was about to be defeated in combat, put the bullet hole to my lips and drank the essence held within.  I could feel the brain and bone fragments on my lips - this was exactly what I needed.  After a few more sips, I started to feel something strange pulling inside me - it was as if the dead monkey's, expelled testosterone was now flowing through my body.  I looked at the other monkey - the almost victor.  I drank from it's head hole and felt something else.  I felt power.  Pure, primal power.  It was as if the gossamer in front of my face was lifted.  I was watching the world through the eyes of a monkey.  I also noticed I was extremely, sexually excited.  I decided to have a few more drinks from each of the monkey's heads and then leave them for the other creatures of the night.  I had my fill.  I had my sustenance.  When I got back to my hut, I sat down on my bed - still sexually excited.  For research purposes, I slapped at my erection.  First in a somewhat playful way, but then it progressively got more and more violent.  I was punching my penis and scratching it - poking at it and squeezing it.  The images of the two monkeys fighting, not more than 20 minutes ago, flashed across my eyes and I realized something.  I was not feeling any pain.  Although it looked bruised and swollen - my penis felt fine.  Could it have been the monkey blood that prevented the pain?  I will let you be the judge.  But let me tell you this - upon my return to the United States, I adopted a bunch of monkeys from zoos and private collectors so I can continue gaining their power.