Even a deity needs a little recreation. Every method has its drawbacks. It is the highest form of flattery to eat your enemy after you vanquish him. It is better to be hunted than not to exist at all. My body may be bumpy, but my soul is beautiful.
Nothing gets rid of the old anxiety quicker than a bucket of mud.
Only love can give life. We may not be able to kill him when we meet. Parental anxiety means danger - to any species. There are other ways of soul-sharing besides across mucous membranes. We'd be happier if we were accidents of nature.