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Originally Posted by Oblivion
Confrontation? 
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... or maybe the first step. What I like about being a guy is I don't have space that can be invaded so when a girl feels me and wants to get to know me there's no stressing about it & if she's nice or even the slightest bit interesting give her some of my time. What's it with women having (space)? The only space many guys need (me included) is space to think and reflect upon the events that take place in life but u ladies whoa that's another space altogether (i'll go a bit immature here perhaps by saying its something to do with the aesthetics of women's bodies like their breasts and bums protruding somehow affects their psychological need for boundaries around them maybe God made it that way for women not to be too easy to entice and approach hey).
@Precious Stone - what kind of stone is precious in your own conception of value. I'd say a stone that can be used for sculpture is worth more than any ruby, a medium of understanding of the perplexing mysteries revealed to us by our creator which some have the gift to answer or express through stone. stone in my culture has always been connected to god and wisdom. Which stones do u value?
I named myself Prisoner because I am a captive to this society and a captive to the limited knowledge that is before me hence I seek and search & my lifes goal is freedom and that freedom to me is finding the answers I seek and having to be needless of doubts about my union with God, my freedom is also peace in finding and to be consoled not only with love but in love ... but what if my freedom is not freedom? I am a captive as of now and have always been and the path I tread cannot be called part of a journey because my destination eludes me whence I have proceeded I do not understand and the burden on my back I can feel no more, it is one with me. The questions I have to ask perhaps have been asked me whence wisdom emanates from, a test? or I have been given the answers but interpret them as questions? or perhaps the question is, what is the source of ignorance, where from do these questions dawn? So u see, I am a captive indeed and in thought ... a Prisoner.