Butt Smelling is Common Sense
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore?'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore:'
Merely this, and nothing more."
- Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven
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It seems to me that our senses tend to obscure or, perhaps, hender our perception of the world to some great degree.
It is as if our eyes blind us.
Our ears deafen us.
Our sense of touch numbs us.
Our sense of smell and taste...
Well, I'm not sure what they're doing; they seem to be the most truthful senses, as far as I can tell.
Nevertheless, I've got my eye on those two...
The world, even in silence, is a terribly noisy place. I often find difficulty in hearing my own thoughts.
The world, even with all its glorious beauty, is overwhelmingly cluttered with imagery. Sometimes I can't see a thing.
The world, even with its occasional pain and even with the euphoric pleasantries of a cool breeze on a summer day, the caress of a loved one, or a nearly lethal dose of heroin, is a constant shock to the nervous system's tactile capacities. I feel so much intensity in everything, I sometimes seem to not feel a thing.
But try smelling a turd. That's a sense you can trust.
Simply put, the senses of smell and taste rarely lie.
Here's a scenario -- a case study, if you will:
You see an attractive girl. You like what you see, but what does she sound like?
You go up to her to hear her. You converse. Okay, a bit of a nasally voice, but she looks good, and she's interesting and funny. But what does she feel like?
She lightly touches your arm as she laughs for some reason that isn't entirely obvious to you. Seems to be something you said, but you don't recall saying anything particularly funny. In any case, that light touch gave your arm a tingle that would not stop till it reached your toes and your scalp simultaneously. It felt good, but it was brief. You get her number and gently shake her hand; it feels soft, dainty, and generally GOOD. But, how does she smell? You lean in to say it was a pleasure to meet her and that you will call her and -- WIFF! -- you smell the subtle essence of her perfume... The pure Truth of Perception makes your heart spasm a little bit. But how does she taste?
At the end of your date, you lean in to kiss her. BINGO! It has now been confirmed. She is GOOD.
It makes sense. Dogs know it. As a matter of fact, dogs don't mess around. They see another dog, they simply go over and take a good big sniff of the butt, no questions asked. No beating around the bush. And if a dog likes you, or just wants to find out if you are likeable, it will not hesitate to lick you right in the face. This behavior, however, is frowned upon in modern human society. So, be careful.
Keep your MIND open, and you will see everything.