Just because I had a "thing" for Asian women back in the mid-1980's doesn't mean I still do. At least, I'm pretty sure I don't. (I do, however, remain convinced that I invented the word 'orientilation' back then. But then, of course, becoming convinced of having invented something was a whole lot easier back in the day of local BBS's.)
Yet every now and then do I find a certain amount of solace in these oddly serene faces.
But - new thought today, folks! - maybe I simply find comfort in the absence of the third (and higher) dimension?
Certainly, two dimensions affords infinitely many pixels.
But add a third dimension, and suddenly you have a whole lot bigger infinity.
If you will.
As for me, I find two dimensions worth of infinity to be far more conducive to peace of mind and, thus, being able to make it through a day without wetting my pants, wondering what the hell's going on, etc.
Some people take the fifth. I'm thinking I just might eschew the third.
