In the midst of an extended drought, I am glad to say that I spent all day with a loving friend, synthesizing water. When we devote 7 hours to erotic play (instead the 7 minutes that is average, in North America), it is truly astonishing how much water gets born through our cellular processes. Ejaculate, injaculate (we have to pee a lot), sweat and tears – newborn water comes to join the hydrosphere. Our love-making is wanted and needed, by the intricate emergent system of the biosphere. Stress-based cellular systems synthesize energy in a different way, that produces toxins. Why don’t we stop the war inside and between us, and make water? I’ve been such a busy evangelist of embodied love. I’ve “worked hard” to help others see what joy we can share, through our living and loving. I’ve written about the science of cellular processes; I’ve taught the arts of intimacy. But I realized, yesterday, how all my “work” probably matters very little, compared with the water I make, when I stop work long enough to enjoy and embody it.