Oh dear! That's some subconscious memory bank of you have there! Geez...sorry man, but hey, why can't the 'phantom limb' theory apply to this case even ages after the decisive 'edit'? haha ;-)

the price of pain is liberty, so they say, at least now your bird can into the wild blue yonder, Jadi! as for me, I've still the flap, my tortoise peeking out now and again.

That may be the reason they do it. I was not, and have cried out on only one or two special occasions. Perhaps if I was, there would have been more.

Well, we are all subject to this law of fate despite the accidental mutation in the chromosomes in this process of begetting. This loss of freedom to choose, to have any say is lost for ever. Accepting helplessness is the only sane way out rather than crying. But well, crying reflects the pain when we sense these boundaries.

The price of cleanliness, although I've often tried to imagine what sex would be like with mine still intact, but in the long run, it was probably better to get it over and done with as a baby. An event I fortunately don't remember. :o)

HAHAHAHAHA..... sorry. *smile*