In the beginning, there was coolness and darkness. A big, long, everlasting night. In a self-loving act, the deity of All emitted moisture. The moisture of love fluids. They touched the coolness and dryness of the night and gave birth to tiny sparkles of light. An all-encompassing longing to touch was given birth. A longing to create bodies, in order to touch bodies. So the story of saliva began… They say.