BitaTruble
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ORIGINAL: UR2Badored How do you define "no limits"? (I would appreciate opinions and views from anyone on this matter) As being unable/unwilling to establish personal boundaries. I'm going to use the 'death is a limit' argument here since that's so popular. First of all, I think it's rather silly to list something as a 'limit' that 'is' going to happen. How can death, truly, be a limit when we are going to die? I mean, most people say a hard limit is NEVER, EVER gonna happen. It shouldn't be pushed.. it shouldn't even be put into a realm where pushing it is an option. Death is, absolutely, postively, going to happen for ever single one of the 6+ billion people on the planet. And people that tell me that I'm mental because I have no limits? At least I'm a realist! Maybe I'll go out tomorrow and get hit by a bus. Splat. Dead. That would suck. Maybe I'll get some fatal disease and waste away with tubes in my body in a hospital. End result, I'm dead. That'd suck, too. Maybe I'll die in my sleep.. that would suck too, because I'd like to be there to watch. Birth begins us and death ends us. What we make of the in-between is what it's all about. I have zero desire to limit my experiences because someone else thinks they may be too extreme. If it's out there, I'd like to try it and I'd like to try it with the man whom I adore more than any other being in this world. Himself knows this about me. He knows that his wish is my command, so he's careful to keep me fenced so I don't go wandering along an edge and fall off. See, to me, that sounds kinda cool. Go to the edge and jump.. to fly before you fall, even for those few moments. I have this in my profile - "What limits cannot be surpassed with courage, tenacity and desire." What is too extreme? Who determines what is or is not acceptable for 'me' to do if not.. well, me? The answer to that question is Himself. None other. Not those who claim to speak for the billions of people on the planet when most of us know the mearest handful of souls. What's not done? What can anyone think of that someone, somewhere isn't doing? Every 30 seconds, 2 per minute, every hour of every die someone is out there committing suicide. Death is not a limit for them. People cut off their limbs for the thrill of it, for insurance claims etc. People are people and people are capable of doing anything that people can imagine doing and yet, suddenly, put on some leather chaps and 'everybody' has limits? That's just.. damn, I don't even know.. rather preposterous if you ask me.. and, you did ask. :) Okay, so maybe I'm a french fry short of a Happy Meal, but to be consumed, bite by bite, and ingested .. to become a part of the inner workings of Michael, to have 'me' run through his veins, nourishing his body.. just thinking about it gets me hot. So there you go, death, amputation, cannabalism all rolled into one, hot, incredible last scene. What a way to go! Much better than being hit by a bus. Celeste
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"Oh, so it's just like Rock, paper, scissors." He laughed. "You are the wisest woman I know."
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