Life, what's the true meaning of life? Nobody knows, will anybody ever know? Thoughts... Abstract images or words describing what the person present is thinking. Is life just a thought? I like scratching my nuts.
Thinking here... What's the point of my balls. Honestly, I know the biological value of my balls but still. Why balls? Balls. A round, safe, natural shape made with perfection. Flawless, smooth, protective.
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See the picture above for more detail on balls. To get back to my main idea of this whole chapter. Why balls? Why couldn't it have been a rectangle? Rectangles seem a lot safer, but at the cost of free space. Balls, such magnificent and truly amazing shapes. Even the world we all live on, is a ball, ignoring the fact that its a sphere from outer space. My deepest thoughts have always been about balls. It is truly mind-boggling how the body has chosen to adapt to the urge of safety of what lies in the balls, by forming a ball around the smaller balls. Everything is balls. You're made up of balls. I'm made up of balls. Balls. What isn't balls? Life is balls.
