Be Yourself.
Or: Come As You Are.
Or: Become More [Naturally] As You Are Yourself.
Or: Hyperbolic Curves.
Or: More Mere Hyper Bollocks.
Driven to near distraction by reality distorting admass corporate executives and allied trades [who pretend to understand our 'needs' and to be interested in our 'well-being', while really only serving their own egos - and who do not really care about anything much other than their own small-minded vanities], we tend to worry unnecessarily too much about mostly small but not entirely insubstantial matters.
Take Ms Saffron, of Walden, for example. [Not her real name - to spare her more blushes.]
She had spent too much of her life-time worrying about such concerns as whether her breasts deviated below the mean size and desirable curvature suggested by the prevailing 'norms' of admass junk culture.
The truth was that she was what she was, which is to say: Ms Saffron was also Ms Goldilocks, with breasts that were just right in size and curvature for her ... and her many admirers.
[If only she had known of all the admiring male - and even female - glances she had attracted, she would not have wasted time worrying about things she should not have spent worrying about, and devaluing herself over.]
...
And sometimes it went way beyond admiration of the material ...
...
Suddenly seeing ... one fine and sunny late-summer / early autumn early afternoon ... just the right curve from just the right angle of observation, of Ms Saffron's right breast, Mr windwarp's mind was opened to the most extraordinary space-time spot ...
...
It was no doubt a partly bollocks [and associated male hormonal] driven observation, but matter of factly, he saw in the curve of that 'too small' right breast, at just that moment, from just that perspective, the infinite possibilities of hyperbolic geometry - which is to say: open universe expanding for ever, infinitely large ...
...
In other words [and check the text-books on this if you doubt me], general relativity postulates quite precisely - and with fairly conclusive mathematical support - that the overall curvature of the universe is bound up with the density of matter causing the curvature of the space-time continuum.
The overall curvature determines whether the universe is infinite or finite - and if the curvature is hyperbolic in its geometry, than the universe is boundless ...
When the density of matter determining the curvature is 'less than critical', then the geometry is hyperbolic, and the universe is indeed ... infinite ...
...
More matter, less hyperbolic geometry. Finite universe [possibly].
...
It is surprizing what the educated eye can see in a nice pair of smallish tits.
...
Less geometry, more art [sort of]: ...
Mr Timewarp saw infinite possibilities in Ms Saffron's breasts. They were quite small but in endlessly fascinating ways - and just right for her.
In other words: she would blush to acknowledge as much, and he almost blushes to state as much, but she walks in limitless beauty as she is, naturally enough - and not as the admass incorporated systematic processes suggest she 'should' be.
...
More basely: she had a nice pair of gently curving tits on her - and her fine arse was far from 'average' in its curvatures too.
...
p.s. ...
Had Ms Saffron asked me directly, 'are you staring at my breasts?', I would have replied [with the blush of a reality denying male-gazer]: 'no'.
Had she asked me directly, 'are you contemplating problems of cosmology / geometry?', I would have replied [with the blush of an 'outed' nerd]: 'yes'.
Neither reply would have been entirely true nor entirely false.
[And what is more embarrassing these days anyway: to admit you are a male-gazing leerer? or to admit that you are doing astrophysics when you were 'supposed' to be male-gaze leering?!]
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Message 585
From: "Philip Talbot" <philtal_uk@y...>
Date: Fri Oct 31, 2003 7:31 pm
Subject:
ADVERTISEMENT
Stormy weather. Sometimes nature plunges into its inner depths and
rises violently and unpredictably, almost chaotically, rousing forces
into disruptive disruptions of the more regular patterms of waves and
particles and things. and hving delved to the depths of earthy
materials, or just ocean beds, the troubled waters ferment and bubble
landwards ...
... tossing sea horses haphazardly airwards, as swiftly shifting sea
ways surge towards normally more slowly changing land forms. Even
massive slow swimming whales find themselves uncomfortably quickly
rapidly twisted and turned as undercurrents surge, fiercely
raging ... while above wild whirling waves rise up and crash against
shores, flinging stones and sand and seaweed and alstsprang ... and
suddenly they readh the previously tranquil and slowing chainging
dunes ...
... while in the vast depths, soundlessly, by spallatingly, sea beds
are sitrred up ...
Tell me, please, those of you who claim widespreading knowledge and
understanding and power that you really do not have ... tell me,
please, ... what really separates the sea from the land ... ? ...
and ... when wters become quiet once more, and violent waves calm to
gentle counter-flowing over and under lappings ... what do you really
understand and know and control of what goes on in this
world ... ? ...
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