I'm reading Homer's Odyssey right now. I like how he gives a little aesthetic detail now and then like "The tender Dawn, flecking the east with red" but he avoids the laborious task of giving you every visual detail of every scene. His imagery of the dawn reminds me of the vagina. In fact, the very image of the dawn, aside from Homer's interpretation, is like furrowed red clouds about a bright central orifice, round but almost oval. Sometimes I think that our sex organs are primary shapes & forms, just like there are primary colors from which all shades are made: the first primary shape is the oval, circle, and ellipse: the very shape of the vagina. The Earth is round, the moon and sun are round; their orbits are elliptical, the galaxy is a circle: the world is made of vaginas, and the stars are each a little nipple. On the other hand, all humankind's tools seem to be oblong: the knife, the screwdriver, eating utensils; and all humankind's weapons also are oblong: the spear or arrow, the musket, the rifle with its bayonet, rockets, ballistic missiles, the barrel of the tank jutting out from the armored scrotum. Everything is made of penises and vaginas for me; is it any wonder that I like looking at the pictures I do? I really need not go to such lengths, but merely jack off staring at the sunrise, at its unfolding red clouds surrounding the mystery of mysteries at its center, that blood-red apple sitting in its nest of undulating red furrows & lips.