A woman who shaves or otherwise depilates her pubic curls has a profound interest in recreational sex.
(Robert A. Heinlein. To Sail Beyond the Sunset, 1987.)
I think grooming is a good idea; I think all the way hardwood floors, which I have sported in the past and found distractingly tough to keep, um, waxed, is inferior in appearance and sensation to a nice throw rug or more. I feel like fully bare is fun now and again but as a regular thing it appears uncomfortably pre-sexual. 1-2-3 DEBATE.
Photograph by John Filo. Mary Vecchio crying over the body of a fellow student slain by National Guardsmen. May 4, 1970. Kent State, Ohio, USA.
“You’re bitching about friendly fornication — do you know what I’m worried about?”
“What?”
“Christ was crucified for preaching without a police permit. Sweat over that, instead.”
(Jubal to Mike. Stranger In A Strange Land.)
“Batman Shadow” photographed by Lee Houser.
Nature hides her secrets because of her essential loftiness, but not by means of ruse.
(Albert Einstein)
Seeing only the chrysalis, we never know which is going to contain Batman, at any stage of the game. By extension of this metaphor, all caterpillars are Batman until proven otherwise. Dr. Einstein points out that Nature unfolds the mystery in her own time. With such a potentially optimistic end in mind, it’s ludicrous to give up the search. So don’t?
via abandonedplaces on the lj.
Confession: today has been all ghost posts. I’ve been substituting for a sick friend at school and will likely do so tomorrow as well. But tomorrow marks the 100th birthday of Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta. She said, “If we really want to love we must learn how to forgive.” Like so many things she said and did, it seems simple on the surface and is confoundingly difficult for us modern muddlers to put in to its justly deserved practice.
Mother and others; talk about liberating a space.
Mother Teresa also said, “If you judge someone, you have no time to love them.” Reflecting on that always helps me with the forgiveness part. But I am not telling you how to live your life: figuring out how to be at peace is everyone’s own unique gig, and I get that.
I wish I could be around to make more of her special day, but I’ll do my best late tonight/early tomorrow morning, and perhaps more when I get home tomorrow if I’m lucky. In the meanwhile, let’s really try to love and forgive one another? We’ve made an awful mess of this mudball, sure, but I don’t believe it has to stay that way.
Hope I’m staggering these properly and I’ll catch you on the flip!
The Thought Experiment 