Widespread reports of alien abductions consistently remark about their fascination with our sexuality--always probing, and feeling, and groping.  Apparently, they don't give much a damn about our intelligence or life support mechanisms.  They grope.

Maybe, just maybe this is a sign that homo sapiens is the most sexually endowed creature in all of creation.  If  true, does it not behoove us to pimp our prowess to keep the cosmic center stage, so to speak?

Why?

What if ... All the cosmos is a stage and every human is a would-be sexual marvel amidst this mass audience of intelligent alien protoplasm that's, on the average, about as sexy as a gender-switching snail?    But what if these aliens are not benign but just keep us 'around' because we're so damn fascinating?   In the garden of our universe, these aliens are the gardeners.  But we aren't weeds--we're flowers.

Because of sex, sweet-smelling sex, nectar-pulsing, petal-pushing, pollen-swishing sex.