I wanna be naked I am absolutely baffled by the world. I live in a cage, no, a peapod, no, a section of a comp0uter chip. I spent 40 minutes in Costco today looking at the most poetic photgraphs in "National Geographics Best Portriats". Each photograph was from a different place, a different time, a different culture, a different people; more than 80% I had never heard of and even a larger majority I hadn't even thought of. I feel so ignorant, to not even know about the own place I inhabit as to what it contains and the people who live on it. One portrait inparticular was burnt into my brain as I slowly turned the pages, completely oblivious to the franktic shoppers surrounding me in the little world of Costco. It was of a tribal family in some tropical country; man woman and children. It was nighttime and the dense forest behind them provided a canapy over thei heads. Father about 19 sat searingly close to the fire on the floor, body scarred and mudd covered. Two little boys, about 3 and 6 naked in the hutt that reminded me 0f an ancient version of a two person tent we used to take camping. And most embosing was the mother, sitting on a hand-woven matt, stomach swollen with child, breasts dropped on either side, head completely shaved. Her legs were spread to craddle her overpowering abdomine and her hands were full with shubbery. All in the nude and darker than ebony, their white eyes were fixed into the camera lens, wide open with blank expression. You forget that they are still out there, that not everyone lives under rule fighting or supressing to modern society. I am not ignorant to poverty, no, alas I know people struggle, though to what extent I have no comparison. I know that there is war and death and sacrafices and mutilations, but to who these affect I cannot name them all. And I can even say I knew that people still lived naked, without embarrassment or shame and only with the thought of coherent and efficient life in mind. But never have I seen them. They were, till today, an imaginary picture in my mind of something resembling ancient civilizations near deceased. But now, they have a face. I am a minority, not a majority, and it is sad to know that others of my type will remain in their microchip-sized cage for their entire lives.

Wonder how big the world is? Go to PopClock and be amazed. Now convinced? Click back and then forward a few times. I counted about 4 per second. What'd you get?
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