The Uniqueness of You
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Publié :11/8/2010 16h14
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An odd thing about me is that I really love physics both Astrophysics and Quantum Mechanics. The concepts can be really hard to grasp but our Universe is so amazing it is beyond words to describe.
So if you find yourself wondering if your important, if your special, unique and worthwhile then let me share some things with you.
Are You Special?
We live in a universe that is estimated to be around 15 billion years old. Our planet is estimated to be around 4.5 billion years old. The oldest recorded micro-organisms appear about 3.5 billion years ago. While it is debated how old modern man is, it is safe to say in a time scale of 15 billion years it has only been a twinkling. In all that time, we are the privileged few to live in this amazing moment, to be here, in this place with its abundance of life and beauty. And not only that, but we were born in just the right time to have a chance to communicate in ways that didn't seem possible even 20 years ago. That your are even able to be here to read these words is nothing short of a miracle.
How big is the universe?
The universe is so big that to describe it's size we must use numbers so big that they lose all meaning. Let me describe it like this. Light travels at about 187,000 miles per second. If you left earth at this amazing speed then it would take you One Hundred Thousand Years just to cross our own Milky Way Galaxy. It would take another 78 billion years to cross the known universe. Hard to fathom I know. Imagine this, if the earth itself was the size of the period at the end of this sentence, then the sun would be about the size of your computer screen. If the earth was the size of a period ( . ) then the largest known star ( VV Cephei ) would be the size of your house. That is only the size of 1 star. If that one star was shrunk down to the size of a period ( . ) then our galaxy would be the size of the city you live in, and the Universe has billions upon billions of galaxies. And, of all the places in that immeasurable vastness that your molecules could have been, you were in just the right place at just the right time to be born on this planet that is teeming with just the right ingredients to support life.
What are we made of?
Look at your self in the mirror. No matter what you think of whatever minor imperfections you see think about this. You are literally made from Stars. The atoms that combine to form the molecules of everything you see, or have ever seen, or ever will see came from stars. Only the nuclear reactions within stars and from the explosions of stars could be responsible for forcing the atoms together to form heavy molecules. So at some point eons upon eons ago the very molecules of your heart and mind helped fuel a sun perhaps even as far away as a distant galaxy. Everything that makes your body has traveled incalculable distances in both time and space just to be here and be part of you.
All the events that lead up to you simply being you is breathtaking. The odds of you simply being formed is on the order of you winning the state lottery... of every state... on every day... for the next million years.
YOU ARE SPECIAL
YOU ARE UNIQUE
YOU ARE WORTHWHILE
YOU ARE AMAZING
YOU ARE PHENOMENAL
To put it simply
YOU ARE A MIRACLE. and I am so amazingly, incredibly, blessed just to know you.
All the best,
1Lost
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The Secret Lives Of Beds
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Publié :2/8/2010 12h46
Dernière mise à jour :20/12/2016 12h25 13914 vues
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I was just musing over some thoughts on an amusing idea. It's a rough draft really with no revision but maybe you'll like it.
The Secret Lives of Beds
Darling you know how I hate to worry you. But, I’m afraid I have discovered some terrible and distressing news. Brace yourself, and I know this will come as somewhat of a shock but…
Our bed has become a pervert!
I know, I know I didn’t want to believe it either but the clues are everywhere.
How it perfectly preserves your impression after you leave. Or, the way it holds onto the sweetness of your scent until just that moment when I wake to breath it in. Surely you have noticed the way it draws us together in the middle each and every night. It’s little wonder that making love to you has become impossible to resist. And the thoughts of being inside you, feeling you clutching me close, your moans in my ear haunt my every waking moment. I spend each night holding you close in our bed and each day looking forward to doing it again! Oh, how blind I have been to not see this sooner.
Who can say what it’s up to when we aren’t there?
What does it do while we are away?
I’ll tell you.
It plots all day to seduce us into its soft embrace when we get home only bask in the glow of our sensual and erotic moments.
How could this happen? I know, it seems like only yesterday when we brought it home so white and pristine so… innocent. Now, I fully admit my part in this. Granted in our beds youth my voracious appetite for you played a role. Your soft seductive curves, the way your dark silky hair hung down over me as you straddled my body, the soft bounce of your full beautiful breasts shimmering with sweat…. I’m sorry… where was… ohh yes!
The corruption of our bed!
As I said, I had some small part to play. But my love, I am afraid the greater blame clearly lies with you.
Oh no?
Well I hadn’t wanted to bring this up but… the silk sheets!
There I’ve said it; I’m sorry but sometimes the truth does hurt. And not just silk, but Italian Silk at that… well known seductresses of the linen kingdom. We might as well have gotten our bed a subscription to “Penthouse Letters” and a Barry White CD.
Yes, yes your right.. I’m over-reacting.
But you cant deny the influence those sheets have had on our beds behavior. Making love every night, and waking up each morning with the intense desire to feel myself inside you again. Longing to feel your nails on my skin as you clutch my back with each powerful thrust. Or, devising excuses to conveniently run home during lunch because feeling you orgasm against me just cant wait until later. The signs are all around us.
But darling, there’s more.
The lights are in on it!
Lately, they cast you in a certain glow. They highlight the sheen and shimmer of that gorgeous dark hair of yours. As we undress, they silhouette each scrumptious curve of that amazing body, making sure each sultry shadow accentuates your breath-taking femininity. It makes it unavoidable but to notice how your body makes the perfect compliment to mine and how you fit so snuggly in my arms or the way your legs wrap so perfectly around my waist.
Really, this should come as no surprise, I think we have long suspected the lights for being voyeurs. And how they “pretend” to be “off”. Laughable.
But clearly, it’s the bed who is the true mastermind in the conspiracy, the clear “Alpha” piece of bedroom furniture. Why for God’s sake, the room is even named for it after-all! Yes, the lights, the dresser, the mirror (Don’t even get me started on the mirror), they are all merely pawns to the true kingpin of this seduction syndicate.
Who knows how far the beds influence has reached? The living room… the stairs… our car… even as far away as the desk in my office? I have a confession…. the thoughts of taking you right there, ripping open your blouse and simply raising your skirt high enough to get inside your wet and waiting lips…. I’ve imagined it on all of those… and more.
But, this is OUR bed and clearly it is left to us to solve it.
Maybe it’s just a phase… maybe the bed will grow out of it.. I’ve been doing some research. The best course, from what I understand, is to over-indulge the bed. Show it we are not intimidated by its little game. We will make love as often as possible, in every way possible until over come with exhaustion. And doing so, we will reclaim our room and re-assert our authority. It will probably be best to saturate the whole house… to make love to you on the couch… to pleasure you on carpet… pin you up against the walls so that your legs wrap around me while I cradle you in my arms and push deep inside your body… I’m afraid it’s the only way!
This process may take a while… years in fact.
But, our love, our dedication and perseverance will pay off. In fact, I think we should start as soon as possible.
We can begin with that uppity washing machine and make an example for the rest of them!
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About me...
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Publié :29/4/2010 14h28
Dernière mise à jour :20/12/2016 12h23 11900 vues
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I suppose my first entry should be a little about me and perhaps why you should give a damn about what I have to say.
I'll answer in reverse order... as to the 2nd question:
"Why should you give a damn about what I have to say?"
In all honesty, you shouldn't. After all, I'm no more insightful or intelligent than the next guy. I'm not possessed of some secret wisdom or extraordinary insight to the world around us. Perhaps the only reason would be entertainment, maybe if I'm lucky I might be able to make you laugh sometime. If I do exceptionally well, perhaps I can make you think. In the way of advice, I'm honest enough to admit I have more to offer in learning from my mistakes than by you emulating my triumphs. I can offer this one thing though... honesty. The more time I spend on-line the more valuable I find that commodity to be.
About me:
I've been on passion, off and on, over 10 years. I've made some real friends, and shed some real tears both from loss and genuine laughter. I've met probably over a hundred folks from here at Meet & Greets and other get-togethers, but I've only been intimate with a bare handful.
My background includes various martial arts and though I'd never get in the MMA cage myself, I've helped train a few that were far braver than I. I've been certified as a fitness trainer and still manage to workout a few times a week. (I'd be happy to offer what advice I can in that regard, just let me know). I smoke a mean BBQ and our team has won some competitions in the past. (I do love to cook and I'm all for swapping trade secrets)
In bed.. I haven't won any awards lol... though I did get a "Thank You" letter once... which was odd but kinda cool. I had the benefit of meeting an older woman in her 40's when I was in my 20's. (that's a tutorial I'd recommend to any young man!) I can truly say the most valuable things I learned in college didn't take place in a classroom. I've gotten many a 2nd "date" because of what that wonderful woman taught me and I'm eternally grateful to her.
And that my friends is probably enough for now... I'll write about whatever comes to mind and whatever you folks may be curious about.
All the best,
1Lost
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Musings of the Heart
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Publié :29/4/2010 13h58
Dernière mise à jour :20/12/2016 12h24 11338 vues
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Blogging looks like fun and I've really enjoyed reading some of the wonderful words of others so I think I'll give it a try.
More to come...
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