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| Nrg2Nfinit |
| when i opened this thread i thought lira would be writing something inspiring.. but then i remembered the last post was about boobs and i expected nothing less from him :p |
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| saluyamo |
| quote: | Originally posted by Meat187
in' Canis Majoris eats whole solar systems for breakfast! :eyespop: :nervous:
Edit: If I could choose how I die I'd want be to teleported right into the middle of that thing. :toocool: |
Just imagine its supernova and the blackhole it's going to make :cool: |
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| astroboy |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lira
I meant to post a great explanation of why boobs are so inspiring. But, I'm exhausted, and decided to post this instead:
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This is a theory I heard on a TV doco once:
For primates who tend to walk on all fours the primary visual stimulus is buttocks.. which will sometimes swell on females when they are fertile. In humans, who walk upright and have adapted to face-to-face intercourse female breasts have developed as "surrogate buttocks" if you will. |
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| Omega_M |
| The ability of our intellect to make an attempt to understand the mechanics of the Universe and its ability to make us realize our physical insignificance, itself, should make us feel awesome about ourselves and our place in this universe. |
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| Rose |
| quote: | Originally posted by meriter
Flower of Life
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The great white looks so cute and harmless under that monster, huh? :p |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| quote: | Originally posted by Omega_M
The ability of our intellect to make an attempt to understand the mechanics of the Universe and its ability to make us realize our physical insignificance, itself, should make us feel awesome about ourselves and our place in this universe. |
LOL, please. Convince me. |
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| Lira |
"What is a sin? To sin, is to look at her nose...
... and thus fall from grace"
At each response the sacred rite requires. From her full bosom bursts the unbidden sigh. A strange mysterious awe the scene inspires, and on her lips the trembling accents die - Rousseau
The sublime surrounds us throughout our lives, and leaves us with nothing but awe and wonder. How can we be so insignificant in the greater scheme of things, yet so relevant to our own lives? How can life be so short, yet so full of experiences? And, how can something that's present in half of the world's population be so phenomenal? My lingering belief in the absolute draws me to the natural world - the naturally absolute awesomeness of the human breast.
"Breasts, breasts, breasts", I say. No other word in the English language sounds so poetic, on the face of its power. You first close your lips tightly and then, in an explosion, let your tongue roll, and open your mouth with a smile. Then, in a sibilant expression of joy, you gently touch your teeth and then let go, as if reaching for the great object of desire - and then forgoing the pleasure. For, the boob amazes not just the intellect, but a man's will in its entirety.
Here I'd like to address the phenomenology of the human bosom, which makes the other half of the planet ever so happy. To burst with joy is to have a joyful bust available, after all. However, there are a few remarks I'd like to make lest we forget what we're aiming for. That is, the object of our amazement.
"Phenomenology" is a word laden with meaning, harking back to Husserl's phenomenological movement (and, before that, Hegel's phenomenology of the spirit). This is not what it's meant here, however. I'm starting from the premise that are phenomenal. And, as phenomena, they must be seen through that light.
More than a handful is a blessing (and less than a handful is still game). It need not fit the physical limits of the human hand, for it's infinite in the intellect. All men, regardless of their mental capacities, are drawn to the same conclusion: that are awesome.
Women should not feel objectified about this stupefaction or ours: to be passionate about a pair of breasts is to bestow upon their owner reverence and respect, all for the greatness of her natural endowment.
To the religious man, a magnificent pair of boobs is a proof that there is a God. To the heathen, it's the opportunity to also grasp our role in History as natural entities, marooned in a small spit of sand, having no one but ourselves to turn to. To the pious, it's God's way of greeting us (so you know what's up). To the sceptic, it's miraculous how these exocrine glands, enlarged and modified sweat glands, may become the recipient of so much admiration, as it blithely bounces back and forth in a rather empty life.
It's no coincidence that, in a thread about the universe and its wonders, boobs have been mentioned. If there's a God, she's got breasts, for she's perfect. That's the truth I'm ready to believe in. |
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| Omega_M |
| quote: | Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On
LOL, please. Convince me. |
Carl Sagan's pale blue dot should support the first part of my statement. As for the other, until we find extra-terrestrial superior civilizations, we should consider ourselves to be the god damn winners in this universe. |
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| Nrg2Nfinit |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lira
"What is a sin? To sin, is to look at her nose...
... and thus fall from grace"
The Phenomenology of Human Bosom
At each response the sacred rite requires. From her full bosom bursts the unbidden sigh. A strange mysterious awe the scene inspires, and on her lips the trembling accents die - Rousseau
The sublime surrounds us throughout our lives, and leaves us with nothing but awe and wonder. How can we be so insignificant in the greater scheme of things, yet so relevant to our own lives? How can life be so short, yet so full of experiences? And, how can something that's present in half of the world's population be so phenomenal? My lingering belief in the absolute draws me to the natural world - the naturally absolute awesomeness of the human breast.
"Breasts, breasts, breasts", I say. No other word in the English language sounds so poetic, on the face of its power. You first close your lips tightly and then, in an explosion, let your tongue roll, and open your mouth with a smile. Then, in a sibilant expression of joy, you gently touch your teeth and then let go, as if reaching for the great object of desire - and then forgoing the pleasure. For, the boob amazes not just the intellect, but a man's will in its entirety.
Here I'd like to address the phenomenology of the human bosom, which makes the other half of the planet ever so happy. To burst with joy is to have a joyful bust available, after all. However, there are a few remarks I'd like to make lest we forget what we're aiming for. That is, the object of our amazement.
"Phenomenology" is a word laden with meaning, harking back to Husserl's phenomenological movement (and, before that, Hegel's phenomenology of the spirit). This is not what it's meant here, however. I'm starting from the premise that are phenomenal. And, as phenomena, they must be seen through that light.
More than a handful is a blessing (and less than a handful is still game). It need not fit the physical limits of the human hand, for it's infinite in the intellect. All men, regardless of their mental capacities, are drawn to the same conclusion: that are awesome.
Women should not feel objectified about this stupefaction or ours: to be passionate about a pair of breasts is to bestow upon their owner reverence and respect, all for the greatness of her natural endowment.
To the religious man, a magnificent pair of boobs is a proof that there is a God. To the heathen, it's the opportunity to also grasp our role in History as natural entities, marooned in a small spit of sand, having no one but ourselves to turn to. To the pious, it's God's way of greeting us (so you know what's up). To the sceptic, it's miraculous how these exocrine glands, enlarged and modified sweat glands, may become the recipient of so much admiration, as it blithely bounces back and forth in a rather empty life.
It's no coincidence that, in a thread about the universe and its wonders, boobs have been mentioned. If there's a God, she's got breasts, for she's perfect. That's the truth I'm ready to believe in. |
she got a breast reduction btw lol |
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| Lira |
^^^
If I ever founded a religion, breast reduction would be one of the two capital sins.
| quote: | Originally posted by Omega_M
Carl Sagan's pale blue dot should support the first part of my statement. As for the other, until we find extra-terrestrial superior civilizations, we should consider ourselves to be the god damn winners in this universe. |
What the hell, Michael!? Sagan, Schmagan! We've got bouncy perky boobs to ogle down here, that fact alone makes us winners by default! :mad: |
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| Nrg2Nfinit |
please your ruining this thread lira..
i have posts which i want repsonses from 2 pages back now :p..
please jerk off and come back when your ready lol |
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