What is beauty? What is hardship? Can there be a real answer when each man's definition is restricted only to the most beautiful thing he has ever seen? Or when his understanding of hardship can never exceed that which he himself has experienced?
The great philosopher Aristotle mistakenly believed that the human male had more teeth than the female. Yes, his research was limited by the slow growth of science and the sexism of his day, which favored the notion of a man being more complex and more greatly developed than a woman. But still, despite all of his brilliance, Aristotle could not be bothered to actually count the number of teeth a woman had. Does this discredit his work outright? In how many other theories did he apply such lazy and useless logic? Does it even matter? Does the route you take to the correct answer change the knowledge you gain from it?
Still, Aristotle did not know what it meant to be beautiful. He did not know what it meant to suffer. Can any of us?
Right now an African boy is dying of AIDS in his village's communal toilet while his sister bleeds to death after having her clitoris cut off. Do these children know what it means to suffer? What of the insufferable American child, spoiled and fat, weeping as he's pulled from his favorite toy? Do they both incur the same suffering, just triggered by different events?
The temporary nature of existence renders all of this moot. Or does it? Does the eventuality of death define that it's meaningless to learn what it means to be beautiful? Does it negate the pangs of suffering? Does death cleanse us of the suffering and beauty, the filth of our lives, before it even arrives? What happens to our knowledge when we die? Is it gone, as a light flips off, or does it continue on without us? Can our knowledge exist if we do not?
It's not for me to decide, I'm afraid. I'm but a man. If the history of ideas is a drama in many acts, then I guess the Pfabster will have to pass. Plays are a little too gay for me, ladies. I prefer to look at tits.
Here are some tits that I like:
Just look at those god damned boobs. Use your face and eyes to look at them.
Holy christ I love jugs so much. I love fuckin' boobies. Oh my God.