While contemplating this conundrum, his awareness wandered blithely to that divinely epicurean scrub goddess. He was suddenly jerked off of his fantasy by the motion squirming sensually before him, as if she had materialized out of his libidinous ennui. Stretched out in front of him, leather straps binding her wrists and ankles to the surgical table; deliciously draped in a synesthetically sheer gown, woven from dancing colors acquiescing to her ardor, which accentuated, and barely covered her steamy assets; was the voluptuous attendant. She was sparkling radiantly as the others had before, beckoning him with her hunger for release. As he saw her lying there, he experienced inconceivably greater bliss and beauty than had ever erupted from his now motionless, mangled body. What a resplendent, rapturous answer to his question regarding the origin of the forms. At this cosmic university, within its curriculum for the soul, in contrast to its earth academy counterpart; all lessons are learned through euphoric beauty, bliss, and peace.
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Kai Swigart, Ph.D. says
Malama` `ia oe ho`opena pule maika`i xoxo 🙂