I suppose the internet makes possible for us to come together in some fashion of photographs and words what was only possible before in our spirit: men sharing a common ideal of their admiration of a higher common ideal: an erotic, naked girl.

One thing that seems true to me is that the more we admire and long to somehow possess that bare naked, pink persona, the more it is a mystery to us. All we can do is sit back with a kind of hushed reverence and admire that which we can not fully comprehend.

Can we ever truly see the face of God?