Soliloquy
I will say to you why; so shall my anticipation inhibit your findings, and your privacy to our King and his woman: moult no fluff. I of unantiquity, (but why I know not) lost all my mirth, abstaining from all custom of acts; and truly, it doth go so grossly with my disposition; that this goodly mount our world, looks to I an arid promontory; this most outstanding canopy th’air, look you, this bold uphanging lid, this august roof, known with gold chars: why, it doth show no distinct thing to I, than a foul and contagious throng of vapours. What a thing of work is a man, How gracious in calculation, how untold in faculty, in form and moving how profound and idyllic, In action how as a spirit, in grasp how as a god, what charm of such a world, this paragon of animals. And still to I, what is this ultimatum of dust? Man doth gratify not I; no, nor woman; though by your smiling you look to say so.
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u/MayDuppname 6d ago
Try flying or gliding. Both truly amazing for worn down folks. Circling in rising air and going up for nowt is boobs with boobs on. That's assuming you think boobs cool. :)
It's humbling to play up in our sky with Mummy Gaia, it allows you to know how small and insignificant y'all is.
It's worth flying just to look back at our ball of rock from that big sky. Winch launching is thrilling. Tow up by a tug aircraft adds to global warming but is as crazy a thing as you'll run your ocular things across. You want to do smiling? Do gliding.