Does long hair actually help with spiritual abilities?

Anthony Hayes2

Look, tantric sex is its own thing, you know?
See, if she didn't have all that hair, she wouldn't be able to get her revenge or even figure out who the traitor was. That’s why—hair is actually a huge factor when you're dealing with corrupt, sneaky enemies. You don't have to believe me, you can say I just made the whole thing up, but honestly? It's true.

🤣

Man, hair really is like some kind of antenna for you, isn't it?
You make it sound a little intense, almost euphoric, but wtf, I'm sure you wouldn't go that far unless there was a damn good reason behind it.
I respect it.
Peace!
Actually, now that I think about it, being a bit rough around the edges can actually help sometimes;

Example 1.
Back in the day, we used to sing this old song; "They called her Bloody Mary, she never gave it away easy... she loved the hairy beasts, chasing them passionately day and night..."
The smooth ones? She wasn't interested in them at all.

Example 2:
I don't know if you've seen the show Breaking Bad!?
If you have, you'll see exactly what I'm getting at;
Mr. White is this model citizen, a caring dad, a sweet husband, and a broke, good-hearted high school chemistry teacher... right up until the moment he's forced to shave his head bald.
From that exact second on, he starts transforming into Heisenberg, step by step, and there's no stopping him.
It's wild!

Seriously, if that isn't proof supporting your theory, I don't know what is.

ps.
btw; Bryan Cranston totally deserved an Oscar for that role (the whole White turning into Heisenberg thing)!
Best show I've watched in years.

frozengull2 said:Anthony Hayes2

Look, tantric sex is its own thing, you know?
See, if she didn't have all that hair, she wouldn't be able to get her revenge or even figure out who the traitor was. That’s why—hair is actually a huge factor when you're dealing with corrupt, sneaky enemies. You don't have to believe me, you can say I just made the whole thing up, but honestly? It's true.

🤣

Man, hair really is like some kind of antenna for you, isn't it?
You make it sound a little intense, almost euphoric, but wtf, I'm sure you wouldn't go that far unless there was a damn good reason behind it.
I respect it.
Peace!
Actually, now that I think about it, being a bit rough around the edges can actually help sometimes;

Example 1.
Back in the day, we used to sing this old song; "They called her Bloody Mary, she never gave it away easy... she loved the hairy beasts, chasing them passionately day and night..."
The smooth ones? She wasn't interested in them at all.

Example 2:
I don't know if you've seen the show Breaking Bad!?
If you have, you'll see exactly what I'm getting at;
Mr. White is this model citizen, a caring dad, a sweet husband, and a broke, good-hearted high school chemistry teacher... right up until the moment he's forced to shave his head bald.
From that exact second on, he starts transforming into Heisenberg, step by step, and there's no stopping him.
It's wild!

Seriously, if that isn't proof supporting your theory, I don't know what is.

ps.
btw; Bryan Cranston totally deserved an Oscar for that role (the whole White turning into Heisenberg thing)!
Best show I've watched in years.

Metrosexuals might just be closeted asexuals or homosexuals. Or maybe they're just heterosexual men who have been domesticated by women—mental eunuchs. Basically slaves whom Bloody Mary doesn't chase because they're too busy cleaning her house while she's out having fun in downtown Manhattan or hitting bars near Central Park. As for my theory on baldness, I'm currently basing it on guys like Stanković and Štulhofer, though Yul Brynner could be a positive example of a bald man. Except he shaved his head on purpose. Then there was the famous Telly Savalas—better known as Kojak. Even Kinsey started out that way before founding his Institute. We should probably take a census of bald inmates in prisons and run some "in vitro" studies on their sexual and spiritual behavior while locked in cells seven-to-a-room—maybe toss someone like Sanders in there... It would be a fascinating experiment.

But the main thing is how hair emerges during a specific phase of human development as a symbol of resistance against militarism, the American military-industrial complex, or the Vietnam War. It raises the question of how much warfare can truly be spiritual. Is the stuff about Sun Tzu, samurai, and all that just as spiritual as Zen Buddhism, Chan, or Indian meditation? In the end, it seems modern corporations have co-opted samurai culture as a way to train employees to die for the company or work overtime... today, war is fought through the economy, and since everything is interconnected thanks to globalization, the struggle is different. That's why spirituality is lacking, and corporations hate long hair. They hate it because it isn't neat, it isn't uniform, and frankly—maintaining hair is expensive. They also dislike it because they want to identify people instantly, whereas long hair can hide parts of the face, much like an Arabic niqab, making someone unrecognizable. And in combat sports, hair is cut because it's a liability—you don't want an opponent grabbing your hair to knock you out.

Now, tell me honestly, which one carries a stronger spiritual message:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dyl0j3WU6Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhNrqc6yvTU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9oq_IskRIg

Or this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaDikWotFlg

Both serve as a pushback against a certain kind of enslavement. It’s about resisting the theft of identity, freedom, and total surveillance over a human being—from birth, whether through reality or art, until the grave.

frozengull2 said:I honestly don’t know if it’s even worth the mental breakdown you get over hair.
Like, one minute you’re all, “Oh my god... I look so damn good...” then suddenly, “Wait, wait... did it actually grow enough? Is this thing even working?”
“I’ve got hair down to my butt, I’m basically vibrating on six different dimensions right now.”
“But man, I look like a total antenna.”

Let me tell you a story;

My dad spent a few years living in India.
He spent over a year tucked away in this ashram—basically a training center—in Varanasi, plus some tiny little village deep in Bihar (he was constantly bouncing between Varanasi and the locals... just to be specific).
One day he’d be in Varanasi, the next he’d be in that village (which was like a 15 or 16-hour trek from Varanasi; part train, part hanging off the roof of a local bus, and finally, about 13km of hiking through the middle of nowhere... just to reach this remote meditation spot/village). It was basically three or four mud huts where they’d smear cow dung on the dirt floors every single day just to keep things steady, tucked into some forest by a river where tigers actually lived—no joke.
For real.
In that training center (split between those two spots), people were training to become Tantric Sadhus.
You know the vibe; all that chanting, ritual stuff, and whatnot...
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, just so nobody gets bored.
The craziest part? They didn't take Westerners. So my old man was basically one of the last Mohicans there, along with maybe three other hardcore Western freaks/seekers who dropped everything to go "searching" and somehow stumbled upon this place while wandering through India.
Besides them, there weren't any other Westerners.
Mainly because nobody really spoke English there.
To even function, you had to at least understand Bengali or Hindi... whatever.
It was mostly a younger crowd staying there, people in their early 20s who were dead serious about checking out of the secular world.
Anyone older could stay for a short stint, but you couldn't live there long-term.
As they say; “strike while the iron is hot,” or something like that.
The whole center was run by this old Tantric Acharya—a pretty intense guy, probably around 70—and living there was anything but easy.
Partly because of how little there was (the poverty they had to endure was intense, even by Indian standards), and partly because of the iron-fisted discipline required by the head of the ashram, who’d fix any disobedience by cracking a stick across your back.
If you couldn't hack it, you were out.
Food was scarce—mostly whatever you could scavenge and cook up in a clay pot over a fire you started yourself. You basically had one pair of loose pants, one rag you’d wash every day with a scrap of soap at a tap, and one small orange cloth to wrap yourself in during the evenings.
That was it.
On top of all that, there was endless meditation, singing Kirtan, sleeping on the bare dirt or a basic mat... all for the sole purpose of mastering certain Tantric techniques and lessons.
And there was tons of learning... memorizing various Sutras by heart, which the boss—with his lightning-fast staff and sharp eyes—would interpret... I won't even list them all.
So, anyway;
Everyone in this Tantric training "center" had to let their hair and beard grow wild.
No restrictions at all.
Because of that, every single one of them looked like some terrifying Tantric warrior from the Stone Age.
Just totally keyed up on the Tantric vibe, practically naked and barefoot, with long hair and untamed beards, wrapped in nothing but scraps of cloth.
Tradition, I guess. Heh.
The hair and beard had to be washed with soap four times a day, before every meditation, and after that, you'd rub coconut oil into it until the hair and beard were as shiny as a baby's butt.
The darker your hair was, the more it stood out.
My dad told me that, never before or since, had he ever been cleaner or more washed up in his life—even though he was living in the most stripped-down, objectively grimiest conditions he’d ever seen on the face of the Earth... at least from his perspective.
So, anyway...
Man, time just flew by. Between all that heavy Tantra sessions and trying to soak up every bit of those lessons... it was wild. But honestly? It felt like it was happening in slow motion too. All those solid, real people—the ones who were out there every single day putting in the work, scrubbing away, and constantly dousing themselves in coconut oil... their beards just started growing exponentially. Slow and steady, you know? Just constant growth.
Man, the more those weeds grew, the more they just seemed to hunger for space, I swear to God... just proudly squeezing out everything else and letting themselves flutter around wildly in the wind.
Like flags... just drifting there. Honestly, it reminds me of that one summer I spent driving through the Midwest, just seeing nothing but endless cornfields and those faded little roadside flags fluttering in the wind. It’s kind of a vibe, you know? But also kinda pointless if you think about it too long. Just waving around for nobody.
Or even better;
You ever see those guys who start getting all "bodybuilder" on you? It’s like, they walk around acting all "oh, I just threw this on, totally didn't think about it," wearing these insanely thin, tight short-sleeve tees... basically performing this whole act of being completely uninterested in fashion. But don't let the act fool you. They’re doing it on purpose, making sure they stroll right through the busiest part of downtown where everyone can see them. It's such a move.
That fake-ass "oh, I'm just casually strolling by, totally indifferent to what I'm wearing" vibe? It’s absolute garbage. You can smell that forced nonchalance from a mile away. It’s like someone trying way too hard to look like they didn't try at all, which—ironically—is the most obvious tell ever. Honestly, once you encounter that kind of pretentiousness, it just sticks to you. It lingers in the air like bad cologne for days. Just total trash.
It’s honestly exactly like that in the Tantric world too. It starts out so subtle, you don't even notice it happening—just bit by bit, little by little. They come at you with those shimmering eyes and that smooth, melodic voice, and before you know it, you're caught in the whole cosmic trap.
It’s honestly wild how much a person can be objectively, undeniably screwed—like, actually living in total misery, owning nothing but a couple of pairs of raggedy pants—and yet still feel like absolute garbage just because they’re sleeping on a hard floor or sitting still for hours on end. It’s crazy. Plus, if you’ve got hair and a beard looking like that little dwarf from Snow White—you know, the one that actually strikes terror into the hearts of the poor folks begging for scraps every single day? Man, it just messes with your head. Just makes everything feel ten times heavier than it already is.
My old man always tells me, "Look, if you haven't lived through it yourself, there's no way on earth you'd ever truly get it." And honestly? He’s probably right. It's like trying to explain the taste of a greasy cheeseburger from In-N-Out to someone who's only ever eaten boiled kale. You just can't. Some things you have to feel in your gut before they actually click.
So, there they were. One day, right at the peak of their whole hair and beard glory—basically when they were deep in the thick of all that tantra, mantra, and chakra-cleansing nonsense—they finally snapped out of it. They’d just finished hours of meditation and some half-baked lessons, totally zonked out, just sitting there waiting to hear some profound wisdom from the old head of the center. This guy was basically their best bud; they’d hang out with him every single day, just shooting the breeze and messing around like old friends. And then, out of nowhere, they got hit with a total curveball.
The old guy just sat there for a while, man. Totally silent. He was just scanning the room, watching everyone who was down on the floor practicing their lotus position... just taking it all in.
There's about 30 of them.
He was gripping that cane like it was some kind of royal scepter, holding it vertical against the ground—you know, that power move. He kept scanning the room, his eyes darting from one spot to the next, just restless. It looked like he was searching for something specific... or maybe he was just trying to see right through everything.
Just a few minutes...
It was pretty damn obvious from the jump that something was eating at him. You could just tell things weren't gonna go smoothly that day—nothing was gonna follow the usual routine, you know? Everything was just... off.
Finally, someone actually had the guts to ask the real question: "is everything even okay...!?"
Old man just blurted out a hard "No!" like he was firing a shotgun.
Look, I’m serious. By the end of the day, everyone needs to shave their damn beards and chop all that hair off. Honestly? You guys look absolutely moronic with all that junk hanging off your faces. It's embarrassing.
Ugh, just... ugh. Seriously.
WTF...!? Seriously?
What does he even mean by "cut her hair"!? Seriously?
"That’s just not tantric... you know what I mean!?"
"Everyone's in, one by one," the old man repeats.
And just like they were told, that's exactly what they did. No questions asked.
Every single one of you.
Took forever, man. Honestly, they were working with one pair of old, dull-ass scissors that couldn't cut through butter, let alone whatever they were trying to do. Total waste of time.
Since they had to hack their own hair off, everyone ended up looking like a bunch of freshly shorn sheep. Honestly, just a total mess.
I mean, seriously, they weren't even allowed to use a razor—not that they actually had one to use anyway... all they could do was hack away with some shears, just doing whatever little bit of trimming they thought they knew how to do. It was a total mess.
Whatever.
The funniest part was honestly just watching my old man deal with that massive sense of loss back then. It was wild.
He’s basically saying he felt like someone was snatching his favorite toy right out from under him. Just total violation, you know?
Man, I don't even want to get into that soul-crushing sense of shame that just absolutely leveled him. It was like a punch to the gut. He had to actually step out there and beg for food that day—because back then, you only ate whatever you managed to scavenge or ask for. Just total humiliation.
Back in the day, I was king of the street performers—hair flowing wild, beard looking all glossy from that coconut oil I used. I felt like an absolute legend. But now? Man, I feel like a total bum. Just some guy standing there while those self-righteous losers look right through me like I don't even exist. It’s pathetic, honestly.
It’s just this constant, nagging realization that I'm gonna feel totally exposed to the world for days—like, until my hair and beard actually start growing back—and honestly, it just makes the whole awkward vibe even worse.
It’s honestly wild—like, some kind of freak miracle or whatever—but everything else just feels better now. I mean, specifically looking at the actual practice he was doing. It’s like the whole vibe shifted.
So, you seeing this now?! Like, seriously, look at this mess.

My old man just shaved his head today, and honestly? He looks exactly like some guy from *Dancing with the Stars*... you know, one of those guys who takes the whole thing way too seriously. It’s intense. He looks absolutely wild.
Man, that just makes my blood run cold. Seriously.
No matter where we end up, people who don't know him just... they move out of the way. You can see it in their eyes—that weird, uncomfortable vibe like they're trying to dodge a collision with someone they can't quite wrap their heads around. It’s honestly kind of pathetic to watch.
Movies! Man, I could talk about cinema for hours. Honestly, sometimes you just need that perfect flick to shut your brain off after a long day.
Man... honestly? It’s about damn time I go full crazy and just let my hair grow out again.
If he doesn't, he’s gonna walk around thinking he's some kind of tough guy.
It honestly seems like guys with bald heads—just like those damn long-haired types—have this permanent "connection error" in their brains... they just can't seem to sense that incredible, overwhelming sense of Wonder that's supposed to be everywhere, in everything.
From top to bottom.

So much for having hair...

P.S.
Honestly, instead of using hair as some sort of "spiritual antenna," you're better off just using a piece of wire.
Just shove it up your ass and slowly rotate it left and right.
If you get lucky, maybe you'll actually pick up one of the local stations inside your skull on the FM band.
Like, "hey dear listeners, this is NPR... educational programming. We're starting our 'History on Thursdays' show now..." and stuff like that.
😉

Why was he even at that ashram anyway? Did he actually achieve some kind of siddhi or reach samadhi state? 🤷

And what's the fallout from all that?

I’m pretty sure every bald guy used to have hair once upon a time.

Anthony Hayes2 said:Quentin Tarantino.

Tantric sex is inherently unnatural. Normal, animalistic sex is instinctual; a man’s impulse is to release, seeking the softest point of contact where he can drive home—right where the female's anatomy resides. You don't aim for the shoulder blades or the head. Oral sex is already a deviation, a perversion. It aims for one-sided satisfaction and a power trip for the one controlling that pleasure with their tongue. Tantra is even worse. There is either no physical contact at all, or they drag it out under the guise of "soul merging." In modern terms, it’s just edging—staying on the brink to make the eventual climax hit harder. It’s like a junkie slamming a needle to get a bigger rush than snorting powder; eventually, nothing is enough. Practicing tantra through asceticism is just denying basic needs to channel sexual energy into the brain. They overstuff themselves with endorphins and serotonin until their eyes glaze over and their hair stands up from the supposed electromagnetic hormonal surge caused by testosterone hitting the follicles. I’m not in favor of constant animalistic release; it dulls the mind. But spiritually, you descend to the level of livestock—always scavenging, eating greasy burgers and drinking beer like a common slob. You lose the ability to perceive finer pleasures. Yet, if you become an ascetic, you can't grow spiritually because you're constantly burdened by the physiological demands of sex and hunger.

Let’s see if we can find a different story where hair actually carries some value.

The insurgents held Aspen, giving them a clear view over the entire Central Valley. Major Domagoj Tvrdić and his unit under Kuguar had tried to take that ridge several times, failing every single time. They just counted their dead and wounded, cursing the enemy who grew more lethal with every failed charge. It felt like there was some supernatural force aiding the opposition; they always knew when an attack was coming and met them in ambush. The best and bravest young men were being killed or maimed—permanent burdens on their families and society. There was no way out. The only difference between the insurgents and these fighters was the long hair and beards of the former, which likely housed field mice alongside any other pests. Domagoj’s men, however, kept their faces clean-shaven, as true warriors should. Domagoj decided on a tactical ruse. He would send a small group out into the open to bait the enemy out of their bunkers, while the main force flanked them from the side to catch them off guard. But the plan had one flaw: the insurgents showed zero interest in leaving their fortifications. A more elaborate deception was required. There was a young man in the unit, gentle and slight, a redhead who almost seemed delicate. He even had long, well-kept hair. His name was Adriano—his mother had some Italian roots, and being from the coast, his parents clearly had a fondness for the Pacific. They conceived a hellish plan. In a few days, during the full moon, they would disguise Adriano as a woman and send him out in a dress to lure the insurgents away from their cover. Once they emerged, the rest of the men would open fire from the nearby brush. Adriano agreed to play the part of the forest siren.

The midnight full moon cast an eerie cobalt glow over everything. It felt like the forest might just be sucked into that pale, glowing steel eye staring down from the anvil of the night sky. Animals hunkered down in their dens; the only sounds were the hoot of an owl and the grunt of some wild boar dreaming of giant acorns. Adriano emerged from the tree line toward the creek, his path illuminated by that ghostly lunar light. He was wearing a breezy, white knee-length dress, his red hair catching the summer breeze with flashes of white, looking almost like a living red-and-white checkered pattern. Suddenly, a squad of seven insurgents appeared from the shadows—men with scruffy beards, bandoliers, and wool caps. They grinned with rotting teeth. From the center, Domagoj stepped forward, his swollen cherry-red lips making him look like some kind of zombie or a vampirized version of a local legend in the dark. He let out a muffled, joyful shout, "There she is... this is going to be fun." The leader of the group, a stern man named Milojica, pulled out a massive double-barreled shotgun and waved it at Adriano, signaling his unruly mob to move in. Two stout, heavy-set men with bulging eyes and sagging chins lunged forward; one was a short, wide fellow with a beard trailing behind him like a character from a fairy tale, and the fourth was a gaunt, wheezing man with enormous ears poking out from a tight cap. Three others, shorter men in caps armed with rifles and light machine guns, watched the scene unfold with grim satisfaction. Domagoj was mentally rubbing his hands together. Nobody would ever guess the commanding officer was the one tipping off the insurgents about the ambush. It was clever; he’d told his men to show up a little later, just after the deed was done. Besides being devious, Domagoj was gay, and Adriano had been a long-time obsession of his. He imagined her performing acts for him, reaching for him... then he heard Veselin, one of the thugs, yell, "Hey boss, that ain't a man!" Domagoj’s eyes widened. He saw it clearly now—Adriano had beautiful white breasts, and his fantasies of a big red tool in the woods were dead in the water. Because Adriano was simply who she was—Adriano, from head to toe.

- "Are you kidding me? You work for Kuguar?! How can you walk among serious fighters like this? Answer me right now or we'll show you what happens when the cat purrs too loud!"
- "My uncle died at the hands of your people just a few months ago! His identity was stolen and reported here, where nobody even bothered to check if he was still alive. We don't fight like regular soldiers in the middle of nowhere; we keep things quiet," Adriano retorted. In a flash, she pulled a massive stick of plastic explosive from her bag—enough to level a demon or a Boeing 767. In the damp air, it had stayed dormant, but as soon as it hit the dry air, it hissed and sparked with a metallic sheen. "I knew you were a traitor, Domagoj. My uncle was the last one in your unit before you sent him into that ambush back when you were just a junior officer. You've certainly climbed the ranks since then. You might even make General if you keep this up, though I doubt you'll survive this..." With that, she hurled the lit stick at him and the stunned group. The explosive flared brighter than the full moon or a midday summer sun, obliterating distorted, terrified faces and twisted limbs. Scruffy beards went up like dry brush in a summer island fire, scattering Domagoj’s bald skull and his cap—decorated with a national crest—into bits of bone, brain, and shredded tissue...

If she hadn't had that hair, she probably wouldn't have been able to get revenge or even realize who the traitor was. That's why hair matters when fighting a corrupt enemy. Don't believe me? You can say I made it all up, but that's just how it happened.

But because of that, the partisans actually had much better luck with those Royalist pirates about 60 years ago:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hcju_zdB6zw
Who were originally this:


But then the partisans caught up with them and absolutely wrecked them.

mistygull16 said:Why was he even at that ashram anyway? Did he actually achieve some kind of siddhi or reach samadhi state? 🤷

And what's the fallout from all that?

That’s what I’m asking myself, too.

If nothing else, he learned how to look intimidating with a shaved head! 😁

frozengull2 said:I honestly don’t know if it’s even worth the mental breakdown you get over hair.
Like, one minute you’re all, “Oh my god... I look so damn good...” then suddenly, “Wait, wait... did it actually grow enough? Is this thing even working?”
“I’ve got hair down to my butt, I’m basically vibrating on six different dimensions right now.”
“But man, I look like a total antenna.”

Let me tell you a story;

My dad spent a few years living in India.
He spent over a year tucked away in this ashram—basically a training center—in Varanasi, plus some tiny little village deep in Bihar (he was constantly bouncing between Varanasi and the locals... just to be specific).
One day he’d be in Varanasi, the next he’d be in that village (which was like a 15 or 16-hour trek from Varanasi; part train, part hanging off the roof of a local bus, and finally, about 13km of hiking through the middle of nowhere... just to reach this remote meditation spot/village). It was basically three or four mud huts where they’d smear cow dung on the dirt floors every single day just to keep things steady, tucked into some forest by a river where tigers actually lived—no joke.
For real.
In that training center (split between those two spots), people were training to become Tantric Sadhus.
You know the vibe; all that chanting, ritual stuff, and whatnot...
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, just so nobody gets bored.
The craziest part? They didn't take Westerners. So my old man was basically one of the last Mohicans there, along with maybe three other hardcore Western freaks/seekers who dropped everything to go "searching" and somehow stumbled upon this place while wandering through India.
Besides them, there weren't any other Westerners.
Mainly because nobody really spoke English there.
To even function, you had to at least understand Bengali or Hindi... whatever.
It was mostly a younger crowd staying there, people in their early 20s who were dead serious about checking out of the secular world.
Anyone older could stay for a short stint, but you couldn't live there long-term.
As they say; “strike while the iron is hot,” or something like that.
The whole center was run by this old Tantric Acharya—a pretty intense guy, probably around 70—and living there was anything but easy.
Partly because of how little there was (the poverty they had to endure was intense, even by Indian standards), and partly because of the iron-fisted discipline required by the head of the ashram, who’d fix any disobedience by cracking a stick across your back.
If you couldn't hack it, you were out.
Food was scarce—mostly whatever you could scavenge and cook up in a clay pot over a fire you started yourself. You basically had one pair of loose pants, one rag you’d wash every day with a scrap of soap at a tap, and one small orange cloth to wrap yourself in during the evenings.
That was it.
On top of all that, there was endless meditation, singing Kirtan, sleeping on the bare dirt or a basic mat... all for the sole purpose of mastering certain Tantric techniques and lessons.
And there was tons of learning... memorizing various Sutras by heart, which the boss—with his lightning-fast staff and sharp eyes—would interpret... I won't even list them all.
So, anyway;
Everyone in this Tantric training "center" had to let their hair and beard grow wild.
No restrictions at all.
Because of that, every single one of them looked like some terrifying Tantric warrior from the Stone Age.
Just totally keyed up on the Tantric vibe, practically naked and barefoot, with long hair and untamed beards, wrapped in nothing but scraps of cloth.
Tradition, I guess. Heh.
The hair and beard had to be washed with soap four times a day, before every meditation, and after that, you'd rub coconut oil into it until the hair and beard were as shiny as a baby's butt.
The darker your hair was, the more it stood out.
My dad told me that, never before or since, had he ever been cleaner or more washed up in his life—even though he was living in the most stripped-down, objectively grimiest conditions he’d ever seen on the face of the Earth... at least from his perspective.
So, anyway...
Man, time just flew by. Between all that heavy Tantra sessions and trying to soak up every bit of those lessons... it was wild. But honestly? It felt like it was happening in slow motion too. All those solid, real people—the ones who were out there every single day putting in the work, scrubbing away, and constantly dousing themselves in coconut oil... their beards just started growing exponentially. Slow and steady, you know? Just constant growth.
Man, the more those weeds grew, the more they just seemed to hunger for space, I swear to God... just proudly squeezing out everything else and letting themselves flutter around wildly in the wind.
Like flags... just drifting there. Honestly, it reminds me of that one summer I spent driving through the Midwest, just seeing nothing but endless cornfields and those faded little roadside flags fluttering in the wind. It’s kind of a vibe, you know? But also kinda pointless if you think about it too long. Just waving around for nobody.
Or even better;
You ever see those guys who start getting all "bodybuilder" on you? It’s like, they walk around acting all "oh, I just threw this on, totally didn't think about it," wearing these insanely thin, tight short-sleeve tees... basically performing this whole act of being completely uninterested in fashion. But don't let the act fool you. They’re doing it on purpose, making sure they stroll right through the busiest part of downtown where everyone can see them. It's such a move.
That fake-ass "oh, I'm just casually strolling by, totally indifferent to what I'm wearing" vibe? It’s absolute garbage. You can smell that forced nonchalance from a mile away. It’s like someone trying way too hard to look like they didn't try at all, which—ironically—is the most obvious tell ever. Honestly, once you encounter that kind of pretentiousness, it just sticks to you. It lingers in the air like bad cologne for days. Just total trash.
It’s honestly exactly like that in the Tantric world too. It starts out so subtle, you don't even notice it happening—just bit by bit, little by little. They come at you with those shimmering eyes and that smooth, melodic voice, and before you know it, you're caught in the whole cosmic trap.
It’s honestly wild how much a person can be objectively, undeniably screwed—like, actually living in total misery, owning nothing but a couple of pairs of raggedy pants—and yet still feel like absolute garbage just because they’re sleeping on a hard floor or sitting still for hours on end. It’s crazy. Plus, if you’ve got hair and a beard looking like that little dwarf from Snow White—you know, the one that actually strikes terror into the hearts of the poor folks begging for scraps every single day? Man, it just messes with your head. Just makes everything feel ten times heavier than it already is.
My old man always tells me, "Look, if you haven't lived through it yourself, there's no way on earth you'd ever truly get it." And honestly? He’s probably right. It's like trying to explain the taste of a greasy cheeseburger from In-N-Out to someone who's only ever eaten boiled kale. You just can't. Some things you have to feel in your gut before they actually click.
So, there they were. One day, right at the peak of their whole hair and beard glory—basically when they were deep in the thick of all that tantra, mantra, and chakra-cleansing nonsense—they finally snapped out of it. They’d just finished hours of meditation and some half-baked lessons, totally zonked out, just sitting there waiting to hear some profound wisdom from the old head of the center. This guy was basically their best bud; they’d hang out with him every single day, just shooting the breeze and messing around like old friends. And then, out of nowhere, they got hit with a total curveball.
The old guy just sat there for a while, man. Totally silent. He was just scanning the room, watching everyone who was down on the floor practicing their lotus position... just taking it all in.
There's about 30 of them.
He was gripping that cane like it was some kind of royal scepter, holding it vertical against the ground—you know, that power move. He kept scanning the room, his eyes darting from one spot to the next, just restless. It looked like he was searching for something specific... or maybe he was just trying to see right through everything.
Just a few minutes...
It was pretty damn obvious from the jump that something was eating at him. You could just tell things weren't gonna go smoothly that day—nothing was gonna follow the usual routine, you know? Everything was just... off.
Finally, someone actually had the guts to ask the real question: "is everything even okay...!?"
Old man just blurted out a hard "No!" like he was firing a shotgun.
Look, I’m serious. By the end of the day, everyone needs to shave their damn beards and chop all that hair off. Honestly? You guys look absolutely moronic with all that junk hanging off your faces. It's embarrassing.
Ugh, just... ugh. Seriously.
WTF...!? Seriously?
What does he even mean by "cut her hair"!? Seriously?
"That’s just not tantric... you know what I mean!?"
"Everyone's in, one by one," the old man repeats.
And just like they were told, that's exactly what they did. No questions asked.
Every single one of you.
Took forever, man. Honestly, they were working with one pair of old, dull-ass scissors that couldn't cut through butter, let alone whatever they were trying to do. Total waste of time.
Since they had to hack their own hair off, everyone ended up looking like a bunch of freshly shorn sheep. Honestly, just a total mess.
I mean, seriously, they weren't even allowed to use a razor—not that they actually had one to use anyway... all they could do was hack away with some shears, just doing whatever little bit of trimming they thought they knew how to do. It was a total mess.
Whatever.
The funniest part was honestly just watching my old man deal with that massive sense of loss back then. It was wild.
He’s basically saying he felt like someone was snatching his favorite toy right out from under him. Just total violation, you know?
Man, I don't even want to get into that soul-crushing sense of shame that just absolutely leveled him. It was like a punch to the gut. He had to actually step out there and beg for food that day—because back then, you only ate whatever you managed to scavenge or ask for. Just total humiliation.
Back in the day, I was king of the street performers—hair flowing wild, beard looking all glossy from that coconut oil I used. I felt like an absolute legend. But now? Man, I feel like a total bum. Just some guy standing there while those self-righteous losers look right through me like I don't even exist. It’s pathetic, honestly.
It’s just this constant, nagging realization that I'm gonna feel totally exposed to the world for days—like, until my hair and beard actually start growing back—and honestly, it just makes the whole awkward vibe even worse.
It’s honestly wild—like, some kind of freak miracle or whatever—but everything else just feels better now. I mean, specifically looking at the actual practice he was doing. It’s like the whole vibe shifted.
So, you seeing this now?! Like, seriously, look at this mess.

My old man just shaved his head today, and honestly? He looks exactly like some guy from *Dancing with the Stars*... you know, one of those guys who takes the whole thing way too seriously. It’s intense. He looks absolutely wild.
Man, that just makes my blood run cold. Seriously.
No matter where we end up, people who don't know him just... they move out of the way. You can see it in their eyes—that weird, uncomfortable vibe like they're trying to dodge a collision with someone they can't quite wrap their heads around. It’s honestly kind of pathetic to watch.
Movies! Man, I could talk about cinema for hours. Honestly, sometimes you just need that perfect flick to shut your brain off after a long day.
Man... honestly? It’s about damn time I go full crazy and just let my hair grow out again.
If he doesn't, he’s gonna walk around thinking he's some kind of tough guy.
It honestly seems like guys with bald heads—just like those damn long-haired types—have this permanent "connection error" in their brains... they just can't seem to sense that incredible, overwhelming sense of Wonder that's supposed to be everywhere, in everything.
From top to bottom.

So much for having hair...

P.S.
Honestly, instead of using hair as some sort of "spiritual antenna," you're better off just using a piece of wire.
Just shove it up your ass and slowly rotate it left and right.
If you get lucky, maybe you'll actually pick up one of the local stations inside your skull on the FM band.
Like, "hey dear listeners, this is NPR... educational programming. We're starting our 'History on Thursdays' show now..." and stuff like that.
😉

Sudden shifts like this are pretty typical in Zen Buddhism! But apparently, Indian spiritual teachers practice these kinds of sudden turns with their students too!

Honestly, if you actually stop to think about it for a second, there’s a certain logic to what Fyodor is putting out there... because it doesn't feel like he's just talking for the sake of it you know how they say "long hair, short wits," but since we all know spirituality flows from the heart rather than just some intellectual brainpower, everything seems to be aligning in this sort of cosmic direction 😛

I'm not sure about any spiritual connection, but hair basically serves to pull toxins out of your body, so you should really just trim the ends. Plus, there are other perks to having hair—for instance, I never wear a hat unless it drops below 14 degrees Fahrenheit or if there's a heavy wind, then I just throw on some earmuffs.

rustymaker5 said:Honestly, if you actually stop to think about it for a second, there’s a certain logic to what Fyodor is putting out there... because it doesn't feel like he's just talking for the sake of it you know how they say "long hair, short wits," but since we all know spirituality flows from the heart rather than just some intellectual brainpower, everything seems to be aligning in this sort of cosmic direction 😛

Exactly, Arnić. We would get along fine. You’re a real woman—warm, deeply human. I assume you married for love and raised children you actually care about; unlike these women today, all cold intellect and no soul. They have a radiator and a light show going on in their heads, but hearts made of ice. Some are even alchemists, purely geometric types, turning you into a pillar of salt like Lot. Others are like the Statue of Liberty herself—all hard concrete, not exactly easy on the eyes or the throat, and in their spare time, they’re out in some wild meadow hunting you down with a bow and arrow like a deer caught in the antlers.

Anthony Hayes2 said:Regarding these spiritual bald types. Short hair might not mean more spirituality, but total baldness could serve a purpose. Long hair acts like an insulator, dampening the connection to spiritual spheres. Shaving it reduces interference, but being completely bald increases it. It allows static electricity to transfer directly to the scalp—which is far more sensitive than regular skin—detecting even the finest energy fluctuations. Since the skull is spherical and thought radiates like a spherical electromagnetic wave, a bald surface functions as a kind of radar or antenna. Even Tesla noted this.

http://www.tesla-coil-builder.com/Tesla_Propulsion.htm

If you view the head as a sphere and brain folds as coils, it’s clear. Under specific conditions—proper meditation and electromagnetic wave alignment—one can generate a powerful electrostatic potential with a directed vector. Strong enough to cause levitation. This explains the reported levitation of certain yogis or even Zlatko Sudac. It also enables wireless transmission of energy and thoughts. Purely mental communication.

In this context, hair acts as a capacitor. Short hair is usually too unruly, preventing the alignment of the electrostatic vector. Long hair lies flatter against the head, allowing the benefits of the skull's spherical shape to remain somewhat accessible.

You know, you could actually look at this from a totally different angle. If you dig into how Tesla described his "insulated metal plate-sphere" in those old patent filings, it opens up a whole new way of thinking about it. For all we know, he might have been picturing hair acting as that exact type of insulator he was talking about.

Geometry somehow got kicked out of modern electronics, and honestly? That might be exactly why we’re stuck with these mindless gadgets that nobody actually understands how to use. It all feels like it was designed for 2D sketches and scrap paper rather than anything real.

Tesla, some quotes from his autobiography:
I’m convinced we’ve all got these subtle, high-frequency sensors tucked away in our brains—the kind that let us sniff out the truth right when logic completely falls apart or when your brain just hits a wall trying to make sense of things.

Bible:
I started digging much deeper into the Bible, and... I finally found the answer in the Bible.First.
I finally hit that sweet spot next spring when I managed to crank the voltage up to a whopping 100 million volts—yeah, you heard me right, a hundred million volts—using my... Finally. I was just sitting there with my pen in hand, trying to wrap my head around what I actually thought the approximate voltage of a lightning bolt was.

mysticism:
Missing the point is basically just a fancy way of being ignorant, and honestly, it’s on us that all these morbid perspectives and half-baked ideas seem to be running the show lately. I mean, look around—you can barely find one person out of ten who doesn't buy into telepathy, psychic manifestations, spiritualism, or talking to the dead. Most people are just sitting there wide open, ready to listen to any charlatan or con artist who wanders by, whether they realize they're being played or not.
"

I’ve gotta say, this takes a really fascinating look at what makes people tick:
Look, we all need some kind of North Star to guide our behavior and make sure life doesn't suck, right? Honestly, it doesn't even matter if that ideal is built on art, science, or some random creed, as long as it acts as that force that strips away the superficial nonsense. If we want the human race to actually survive without tearing itself apart, we desperately need one shared concept to rally around. And while I haven't stumbled upon any hard evidence that backs up the theories those psychologists and spiritualists keep pushing, I’ve managed to prove—to my own absolute satisfaction—that life operates on pure automatism. It's not just something I picked up from watching isolated events play out; I’ve seen it clearly through much broader generalizations.
Look, I’m telling you, this one thing leads straight to a discovery that I honestly think is a massive deal for society as a whole, and on...
I'll make this quick.

Look, our bodies are basically built from the same blueprint, right? We’re all out here getting hit by the exact same external forces every single day. It’s no wonder we react in pretty much the same ways—it makes total sense that our social norms and legal systems are designed around those predictable patterns. At the end of the day, we’re nothing more than biological machines running on autopilot.
Just getting tossed around by external forces, like a piece of driftwood bobbing on the surface of the ocean.
People think they’ve got free will, but honestly? They’re totally misreading how all those outside influences actually work. Every move we make, every little movement or big push, it all boils down to one thing: survival. We like to pretend we're these fiercely independent individuals just doing our own thing, but that’s a joke. In reality, we’re all tied together by these invisible threads you can't even see.
Look, as long as your body is running like a well-oiled machine, it reacts to whatever you throw at it with total precision. But the second things start sliding sideways—the moment some kind of imbalance kicks in—that whole survival instinct just loses its edge. It’s like trying to run a high-performance engine on cheap, watered-down gas; once the system is compromised, its ability to protect itself takes a massive hit.

You know, there’s this type of person—someone incredibly sensitive and sharp, someone whose internal wiring is still perfectly intact and tuned to every tiny shift in their environment. They’ve got this uncanny, almost mechanical intuition that lets them sniff out dangers so subtle most people wouldn't notice them if they were hit in the face with them. But here’s the kicker: when these people run into others who are basically walking disasters with completely fried internal compasses, that heightened sense becomes a curse. It’s like they end up absorbing all that chaos, feeling this massive, "cosmic" kind of pain just by being near them.

I mean, it’s pretty obvious how much we’ve totally misread the laws of nature... I’m convinced that geometry is actually the backbone of every cause-and-effect link in existence..

If you search for "sacred geometry," you start getting this much deeper insight into how vital geometry has been to the whole trajectory of human civilization.. I highly recommend checking out In plain sight—it’s mind-blowing how much geometry drives everything about us..

Then there's the series Fields Medal Example which offers a totally fresh take on a ton of stuff through the lens of spherical geometry. Even if you get tripped up by some of the technicalities regarding photon polarization, the author manages to explain everything from how celestial bodies form down to the behavior of a single photon just by using two spheres. Seriously, give it a look..

Speaking of the topic at hand—hair... okay, it’s not strictly about hair, but I stumbled onto this deep dive about the brain acting like a fractal antenna.. It's packed with info and really well put together. It honestly forces you to look at things from a completely different angle:
The Brain is an Advanced Fractal Antenna The Brain is an Advanced Fractal Antenna

There was this documentary from Russia about experiments trying to beam information using mirror focal points aimed directly at the brain.. And of course, they were using sphere-cylinder-spiral shaped mirrors..
Mirrors - A Glimpse Into the Future

Different shapes resonate, and guys like Tesla and Einstein basically argued that resonance is the ultimate secret.. it's all about vibration.. they say in the beginning was the Word..
But why wasn't it "in the beginning was sound"? Maybe because a word has a specific shape—a word represents a form..

Maybe that's where the trick lies.. in the beginning were time and space.. a word is a shape that can only exist within space, and sound is something that can only exist within time..

frozengull2 said:Anthony Hayes2

Look, tantric sex is its own thing, you know?
See, if she didn't have all that hair, she wouldn't be able to get her revenge or even figure out who the traitor was. That’s why—hair is actually a huge factor when you're dealing with corrupt, sneaky enemies. You don't have to believe me, you can say I just made the whole thing up, but honestly? It's true.

🤣

Man, hair really is like some kind of antenna for you, isn't it?
You make it sound a little intense, almost euphoric, but wtf, I'm sure you wouldn't go that far unless there was a damn good reason behind it.
I respect it.
Peace!
Actually, now that I think about it, being a bit rough around the edges can actually help sometimes;

Example 1.
Back in the day, we used to sing this old song; "They called her Bloody Mary, she never gave it away easy... she loved the hairy beasts, chasing them passionately day and night..."
The smooth ones? She wasn't interested in them at all.

Example 2:
I don't know if you've seen the show Breaking Bad!?
If you have, you'll see exactly what I'm getting at;
Mr. White is this model citizen, a caring dad, a sweet husband, and a broke, good-hearted high school chemistry teacher... right up until the moment he's forced to shave his head bald.
From that exact second on, he starts transforming into Heisenberg, step by step, and there's no stopping him.
It's wild!

Seriously, if that isn't proof supporting your theory, I don't know what is.

ps.
btw; Bryan Cranston totally deserved an Oscar for that role (the whole White turning into Heisenberg thing)!
Best show I've watched in years.

It’s funny how you eventually concluded that—and I quote—"even the bald guys, just like those damn hair-obsessed types, have their own specific 'connection issues'..."

That's why he told them to shave it all off. The moment their hair and beards stopped being just a simple thing to maintain and started becoming an ego-driven asset, they should have just sheared themselves.

It’s the same deal with your old man and his full head of hair today. He’s gotten a little too proud of it. It might be time for him to get back to reality; shaving seems to have become far too much of a luxury for him.

Anthony Hayes2 said:Metrosexuals might just be closeted asexuals or homosexuals. Or maybe they're just heterosexual men who have been domesticated by women—mental eunuchs. Basically slaves whom Bloody Mary doesn't chase because they're too busy cleaning her house while she's out having fun in downtown Manhattan or hitting bars near Central Park. As for my theory on baldness, I'm currently basing it on guys like Stanković and Štulhofer, though Yul Brynner could be a positive example of a bald man. Except he shaved his head on purpose. Then there was the famous Telly Savalas—better known as Kojak. Even Kinsey started out that way before founding his Institute. We should probably take a census of bald inmates in prisons and run some "in vitro" studies on their sexual and spiritual behavior while locked in cells seven-to-a-room—maybe toss someone like Sanders in there... It would be a fascinating experiment.

But the main thing is how hair emerges during a specific phase of human development as a symbol of resistance against militarism, the American military-industrial complex, or the Vietnam War. It raises the question of how much warfare can truly be spiritual. Is the stuff about Sun Tzu, samurai, and all that just as spiritual as Zen Buddhism, Chan, or Indian meditation? In the end, it seems modern corporations have co-opted samurai culture as a way to train employees to die for the company or work overtime... today, war is fought through the economy, and since everything is interconnected thanks to globalization, the struggle is different. That's why spirituality is lacking, and corporations hate long hair. They hate it because it isn't neat, it isn't uniform, and frankly—maintaining hair is expensive. They also dislike it because they want to identify people instantly, whereas long hair can hide parts of the face, much like an Arabic niqab, making someone unrecognizable. And in combat sports, hair is cut because it's a liability—you don't want an opponent grabbing your hair to knock you out.

Now, tell me honestly, which one carries a stronger spiritual message:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dyl0j3WU6Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhNrqc6yvTU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9oq_IskRIg

Or this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaDikWotFlg

Both serve as a pushback against a certain kind of enslavement. It’s about resisting the theft of identity, freedom, and total surveillance over a human being—from birth, whether through reality or art, until the grave.

😲 what the...
cobalt blue on an anvil at night... wow.

As for the Krishna followers and other "Buddhists"—they tend to be naturally hairy, much like people from certain parts of Africa. If they only shave once a year, their hands and legs end up looking as smooth as a child's, without a trace of hair. Just plain.
I mean, what kind of man is a man without a mustache? lol
Though, personally, I think those hair-obsessed guys are more attractive when they're clean-shaven—rough-shaven faces that show they actually had something to shave, unlike those hairy Buddhists. Then they can keep the rest of the fuzz under control by trimming it down. The only exception is a long, powerful braid, freshly washed with conditioner and coconut oil, flowing like some Gladiator or a wild, proud warrior.

Lisa Morales4 said:It’s funny how you eventually concluded that—and I quote—"even the bald guys, just like those damn hair-obsessed types, have their own specific 'connection issues'..."

That's why he told them to shave it all off. The moment their hair and beards stopped being just a simple thing to maintain and started becoming an ego-driven asset, they should have just sheared themselves.

It’s the same deal with your old man and his full head of hair today. He’s gotten a little too proud of it. It might be time for him to get back to reality; shaving seems to have become far too much of a luxury for him.

😲 what the...
cobalt blue on an anvil at night... wow.

As for the Krishna followers and other "Buddhists"—they tend to be naturally hairy, much like people from certain parts of Africa. If they only shave once a year, their hands and legs end up looking as smooth as a child's, without a trace of hair. Just plain.
I mean, what kind of man is a man without a mustache? lol
Though, personally, I think those hair-obsessed guys are more attractive when they're clean-shaven—rough-shaven faces that show they actually had something to shave, unlike those hairy Buddhists. Then they can keep the rest of the fuzz under control by trimming it down. The only exception is a long, powerful braid, freshly washed with conditioner and coconut oil, flowing like some Gladiator or a wild, proud warrior.

I've run into these types before, whether they're Krishna devotees, followers of Sai Baba, Kriya Yogis, or whatever else, and I can say about the first group that they seem incredibly calm, almost as if they're permanently soaked in the scent of Indian incense; they're constantly smiling, looking quite idiotic. I doubt they even think about sex—that's forbidden, and getting up at 5 AM to cut through your REM cycle means you aren't even dreaming about it. Prabhupada made sure that was nipped in the bud; everything has to be in obedience to his holiness. Buddhists seem like somewhat more normal characters, much like any major organized religion that eventually gets corrupted; they enjoy a drink, there's some side sex involved, and I don't think even the Dalai Lama finds that strange... he's only human after all...

What are those narcissists thinking now? You want things to go wild on you like an orgasm-machine from that sci-fi movie Barbarella..? Gladiators, Ben-Hur types, Conan... they all pretty much have long hair, whether in a ponytail or not.

There's an interesting phenomenon with punks or our boxer Mavrović, where you have hair and a bald spot simultaneously—an mohawk. Just like this guy—look at this video from a party—Sing Hallelujah

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L03JVPaZpyc

Hallelujah actually comes from Yahweh, which is the first part of God's name. Željko Mavrović had an interesting theory on boxing: you have to take a lot of hits, and the winner is whoever can absorb the most punches while staying on their feet to deliver one. Boxing by attrition. He was a true technician, unlike heavy hitters like Tyson. A heavy hitter operates on the principle of "when I hit them a second time, I'm hitting a corpse," whereas a technician thinks—go ahead, keep hitting me, because once the metal is forged, it stops, and then you'll catch a torpedo to the jaw when you least expect it. That's how the Vietnamese fought Americans in Vietnam. It's certainly a more spiritual approach, though it doesn't work if you can't endure the strikes. Well, I suppose that tuft of hair on top acts like an antenna with the sides shaved, helping you sense where the blow is coming from so you can dodge.

I've seen plenty of examples where women dealing with mental health crises feel an intense urge to cut their hair during acute phases.

I know long-haired men who, during periods of heightened religious fervor, feel the need to shave it all off...

For some, hair is just a heavy burden. Maybe they're struggling with information overload.🙄

Anthony Hayes2 said:US military studies conducted on Native American scouts revealed that cutting their hair strips them of extrasensory abilities, leaving them vulnerable to ambush. Those who maintain long hair retain their intuition, using a sort of "sixth sense" to detect approaching enemies before they strike.

Does hair length dictate spirituality? Baldness often correlates with weak spiritual depth. Take Johannes Kepler, Stravinsky, or Lyndon B. Johnson, for instance. They possessed sharp intellects, certainly, but lacked intuitive strength. Great spiritual icons are rarely depicted as bald. Look at Jesus.

http://vataworld.wordpress.com/2013/...ervous-system/

It's because hair acts as an extension of the nervous system, feeding constant data back to the brain. Some women claim their nipples serve a similar sensory purpose, noting that bras actually hinder their intuitive perception. If anyone has had similar experiences, I'm listening.

🤣 I don't know any woman who genuinely enjoys being constricted around her chest. Without that pressure, you feel lighter, freer, more comfortable... so maybe for some, those sensations are being disrupted.🤷 Try wearing something like armor—say, heavy gear—every single day while you're out, then try going without it after a while and compare. It would probably create a similar sensation, but that doesn't mean it makes sense to claim it's an antenna for receiving info from higher dimensions...🤷

Any part of the body that is sensitive or highly innervated will feel like a vital channel is being blocked if you physically cover it up. That might actually be the opposite of spiritual achievement, because all the sensations we experience and the various dimensions of our existence are processed in the brain. Fundamentally, someone who relies on those types of—actually physical—sensations ends up appearing low on the scale of spiritual progress...
But still, we are heavily influenced by the impressions we receive, both physical and otherwise. It all plays into how the brain generates images of ourselves, the world, and our place in it... and how we classify experiences as mundane versus "spiritual." In that sense, hair or even physical sensations can truly matter to certain people...

Regarding the Native Americans... if you took a culture where people traditionally grow long nails and dropped them into a place where they were forced to clip them short, they would certainly feel as though a vital part of themselves had been stripped away. They'd feel they were losing something that, in their culture, acts as a tool for maintaining a connection to themselves—a form of spirituality.

It seems to me that hair is primarily tied to identity...🤷
The most basic example is when people feel the need to make a life change; they go get a haircut or change their style to alter their look and feel physically unburdened... ready to turn a new leaf.

There are probably just as many bald people as long-haired people among the spiritual crowd. Personally, I prefer short hair, because I tend to view long hair as looking immature, unserious, unreliable, or neglected. Whenever a friend of mine cuts their hair short, I feel happy knowing they've entered a new, more serious phase of life...🙂

As for those with long hair who lack common sense, obviously you need intelligence for spirituality. People lacking discernment don't stand a chance at any kind of spiritual advancement. Long hair, empty head...😳
None of that applies to women 🥳 (just more proof it isn't about hair texture itself, aside from the obvious fact that hair is just dead tissue).
And then there are cultures where men traditionally wear their hair long :-) They tend to be particularly strong and we perceive them as such, because despite the long hair, they still manage to reach maturity 🙂
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Dana Brooks3 said:I've seen plenty of examples where women dealing with mental health crises feel an intense urge to cut their hair during acute phases.

I know long-haired men who, during periods of heightened religious fervor, feel the need to shave it all off...

For some, hair is just a heavy burden. Maybe they're struggling with information overload.🙄

🤣 I don't know any woman who genuinely enjoys being constricted around her chest. Without that pressure, you feel lighter, freer, more comfortable... so maybe for some, those sensations are being disrupted.🤷 Try wearing something like armor—say, heavy gear—every single day while you're out, then try going without it after a while and compare. It would probably create a similar sensation, but that doesn't mean it makes sense to claim it's an antenna for receiving info from higher dimensions...🤷

Any part of the body that is sensitive or highly innervated will feel like a vital channel is being blocked if you physically cover it up. That might actually be the opposite of spiritual achievement, because all the sensations we experience and the various dimensions of our existence are processed in the brain. Fundamentally, someone who relies on those types of—actually physical—sensations ends up appearing low on the scale of spiritual progress...
But still, we are heavily influenced by the impressions we receive, both physical and otherwise. It all plays into how the brain generates images of ourselves, the world, and our place in it... and how we classify experiences as mundane versus "spiritual." In that sense, hair or even physical sensations can truly matter to certain people...

Regarding the Native Americans... if you took a culture where people traditionally grow long nails and dropped them into a place where they were forced to clip them short, they would certainly feel as though a vital part of themselves had been stripped away. They'd feel they were losing something that, in their culture, acts as a tool for maintaining a connection to themselves—a form of spirituality.

It seems to me that hair is primarily tied to identity...🤷
The most basic example is when people feel the need to make a life change; they go get a haircut or change their style to alter their look and feel physically unburdened... ready to turn a new leaf.

There are probably just as many bald people as long-haired people among the spiritual crowd. Personally, I prefer short hair, because I tend to view long hair as looking immature, unserious, unreliable, or neglected. Whenever a friend of mine cuts their hair short, I feel happy knowing they've entered a new, more serious phase of life...🙂

As for those with long hair who lack common sense, obviously you need intelligence for spirituality. People lacking discernment don't stand a chance at any kind of spiritual advancement. Long hair, empty head...😳
None of that applies to women 🥳 (just more proof it isn't about hair texture itself, aside from the obvious fact that hair is just dead tissue).
And then there are cultures where men traditionally wear their hair long :-) They tend to be particularly strong and we perceive them as such, because despite the long hair, they still manage to reach maturity 🙂
...

I remember the late linguist Ladan mentioning he shaved his head bald just to stop thinking about sex while studying for college. It helped him redirect those impulses toward higher cognitive functions, which ties back to this whole discussion. Maybe it’s the same with religiousness; hair is a sensory thing, as frozengull2 once noted in her anecdote, and one can either be aroused by it or let it stimulate physical urges. It reminds you of immaturity, because apparently a "mature" man is just someone burdened by obligations—firmly planted in the material world, grounded, focused on family and society. Why would he bother with things like hair, shampooing, or combing, when he could just shave it all off? Assuming, of course, he has the cash for a barber, but even that is a marker of maturity, I suppose...

In that same vein, bras are a sign of maturity—proof that breasts serve their actual purpose, whether that's nursing or maintaining body balance alongside the glutes, rather than just being used for flirting or attracting curious stares. 😳

Maturity implies control, the triumph of will and intellect over emotion and sensation. When emotions override reason, that's immaturity. A mature man, that hypothetical Z. Č., maintains a stiff upper lip, as the famously composed Englishmen say, but he doesn't have uncontrolled nipples or some other cluster of sensory nerve endings distracting him. He doesn't deal with nonsense; he deals with the Dow Jones and political economy.

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Anthony Hayes2 said:I remember the late linguist Ladan mentioning he shaved his head bald just to stop thinking about sex while studying for college. It helped him redirect those impulses toward higher cognitive functions, which ties back to this whole discussion. Maybe it’s the same with religiousness; hair is a sensory thing, as frozengull2 once noted in her anecdote, and one can either be aroused by it or let it stimulate physical urges. It reminds you of immaturity, because apparently a "mature" man is just someone burdened by obligations—firmly planted in the material world, grounded, focused on family and society. Why would he bother with things like hair, shampooing, or combing, when he could just shave it all off? Assuming, of course, he has the cash for a barber, but even that is a marker of maturity, I suppose...

In that same vein, bras are a sign of maturity—proof that breasts serve their actual purpose, whether that's nursing or maintaining body balance alongside the glutes, rather than just being used for flirting or attracting curious stares. 😳

Maturity implies control, the triumph of will and intellect over emotion and sensation. When emotions override reason, that's immaturity. A mature man, that hypothetical Z. Č., maintains a stiff upper lip, as the famously composed Englishmen say, but he doesn't have uncontrolled nipples or some other cluster of sensory nerve endings distracting him. He doesn't deal with nonsense; he deals with the Dow Jones and political economy.

🙂
It’s true, long hair is really just a medium for channeling those autocsexual impulses into different outlets... ways to simulate "scoring" in various areas of life...
You missed just one word...

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Anthony Hayes2 said:I remember the late linguist Ladan mentioning he shaved his head bald just to stop thinking about sex while studying for college. It helped him redirect those impulses toward higher cognitive functions, which ties back to this whole discussion. Maybe it’s the same with religiousness; hair is a sensory thing, as frozengull2 once noted in her anecdote, and one can either be aroused by it or let it stimulate physical urges. It reminds you of immaturity, because apparently a "mature" man is just someone burdened by obligations—firmly planted in the material world, grounded, focused on family and society. Why would he bother with things like hair, shampooing, or combing, when he could just shave it all off? Assuming, of course, he has the cash for a barber, but even that is a marker of maturity, I suppose...

In that same vein, bras are a sign of maturity—proof that breasts serve their actual purpose, whether that's nursing or maintaining body balance alongside the glutes, rather than just being used for flirting or attracting curious stares. 😳

Maturity implies control, the triumph of will and intellect over emotion and sensation. When emotions override reason, that's immaturity. A mature man, that hypothetical Z. Č., maintains a stiff upper lip, as the famously composed Englishmen say, but he doesn't have uncontrolled nipples or some other cluster of sensory nerve endings distracting him. He doesn't deal with nonsense; he deals with the Dow Jones and political economy.

😁 🙂
You could also look at it as a childish attempt at a power trip, which really just shows a lack of adjustment and could get in the way of reaching true emotional maturity... Still, that person can go on to achieve plenty of different peaks in life, be interesting, and make a great friend...
I wouldn't want him going to Brice... I can give him a much better haircut... 🙂

Anthony Hayes2 said:I remember the late linguist Ladan mentioning he shaved his head bald just to stop thinking about sex while studying for college. It helped him redirect those impulses toward higher cognitive functions, which ties back to this whole discussion. Maybe it’s the same with religiousness; hair is a sensory thing, as frozengull2 once noted in her anecdote, and one can either be aroused by it or let it stimulate physical urges. It reminds you of immaturity, because apparently a "mature" man is just someone burdened by obligations—firmly planted in the material world, grounded, focused on family and society. Why would he bother with things like hair, shampooing, or combing, when he could just shave it all off? Assuming, of course, he has the cash for a barber, but even that is a marker of maturity, I suppose...

In that same vein, bras are a sign of maturity—proof that breasts serve their actual purpose, whether that's nursing or maintaining body balance alongside the glutes, rather than just being used for flirting or attracting curious stares. 😳

Maturity implies control, the triumph of will and intellect over emotion and sensation. When emotions override reason, that's immaturity. A mature man, that hypothetical Z. Č., maintains a stiff upper lip, as the famously composed Englishmen say, but he doesn't have uncontrolled nipples or some other cluster of sensory nerve endings distracting him. He doesn't deal with nonsense; he deals with the Dow Jones and political economy.

Bras wearing is just another layer of inhumane societal pressure... It goes against everything we know about biology, because they actually prevent a woman from functioning naturally...
Good grief, a woman isn't naked just because she isn't wearing a bra. I honestly feel for women who have to squeeze themselves into them constantly for practical reasons... As a woman myself, I think it’s much more beautiful and natural to see someone without those things. It's perfectly decent, as long as they aren't jumping around or wearing something overly transparent...

Anthony Hayes2 said:I remember the late linguist Ladan mentioning he shaved his head bald just to stop thinking about sex while studying for college. It helped him redirect those impulses toward higher cognitive functions, which ties back to this whole discussion. Maybe it’s the same with religiousness; hair is a sensory thing, as frozengull2 once noted in her anecdote, and one can either be aroused by it or let it stimulate physical urges. It reminds you of immaturity, because apparently a "mature" man is just someone burdened by obligations—firmly planted in the material world, grounded, focused on family and society. Why would he bother with things like hair, shampooing, or combing, when he could just shave it all off? Assuming, of course, he has the cash for a barber, but even that is a marker of maturity, I suppose...

In that same vein, bras are a sign of maturity—proof that breasts serve their actual purpose, whether that's nursing or maintaining body balance alongside the glutes, rather than just being used for flirting or attracting curious stares. 😳

Maturity implies control, the triumph of will and intellect over emotion and sensation. When emotions override reason, that's immaturity. A mature man, that hypothetical Z. Č., maintains a stiff upper lip, as the famously composed Englishmen say, but he doesn't have uncontrolled nipples or some other cluster of sensory nerve endings distracting him. He doesn't deal with nonsense; he deals with the Dow Jones and political economy.

😁
Maturity is about balance, not just being a total hardass...😳

It isn't really about the bra or the hair; it's more about the wind blowing around you. If you find yourself in a crookedly planted environment that makes you feel like you're being stared at, you’ll naturally feel more secure tucked away in a bra—and vice versa. It’s the same deal with hair. That one linguist completely lost his grip because he obsessed over grouping things too tightly; clearly, it gave him that frantic, battlefield sensation, driving him into a state of restless exhaustion. These days, plenty of people have ended up... well, I won't describe what happens when they're paraded around out in the sun. Perspectives shift. Just like little Samson said, no Goliath is ever truly big enough to strike fear into him, but they're just big enough to be missed.

Wind, hair, and spirituality, hmm... there are many different spirits at play here. 🙄 🧐 😍

Lisa Morales4 said:It’s funny how you eventually concluded that—and I quote—"even the bald guys, just like those damn hair-obsessed types, have their own specific 'connection issues'..."

That's why he told them to shave it all off. The moment their hair and beards stopped being just a simple thing to maintain and started becoming an ego-driven asset, they should have just sheared themselves.

It’s the same deal with your old man and his full head of hair today. He’s gotten a little too proud of it. It might be time for him to get back to reality; shaving seems to have become far too much of a luxury for him.

😲 what the...
cobalt blue on an anvil at night... wow.

As for the Krishna followers and other "Buddhists"—they tend to be naturally hairy, much like people from certain parts of Africa. If they only shave once a year, their hands and legs end up looking as smooth as a child's, without a trace of hair. Just plain.
I mean, what kind of man is a man without a mustache? lol
Though, personally, I think those hair-obsessed guys are more attractive when they're clean-shaven—rough-shaven faces that show they actually had something to shave, unlike those hairy Buddhists. Then they can keep the rest of the fuzz under control by trimming it down. The only exception is a long, powerful braid, freshly washed with conditioner and coconut oil, flowing like some Gladiator or a wild, proud warrior.

Man, you're still secretly a Bloody Mary underneath it all. This topic is getting weird. I remember being tasked with shaving a pig's face after a backyard BBQ slaughter. The head was covered in spots, and now my brother-in-law could probably shave that pale pig head clean. I even made sausages once. ☕
And cracklings.

steeljackal472 said:You know, you could actually look at this from a totally different angle. If you dig into how Tesla described his "insulated metal plate-sphere" in those old patent filings, it opens up a whole new way of thinking about it. For all we know, he might have been picturing hair acting as that exact type of insulator he was talking about.

Geometry somehow got kicked out of modern electronics, and honestly? That might be exactly why we’re stuck with these mindless gadgets that nobody actually understands how to use. It all feels like it was designed for 2D sketches and scrap paper rather than anything real.

Tesla, some quotes from his autobiography:
I’m convinced we’ve all got these subtle, high-frequency sensors tucked away in our brains—the kind that let us sniff out the truth right when logic completely falls apart or when your brain just hits a wall trying to make sense of things.

Bible:
I started digging much deeper into the Bible, and... I finally found the answer in the Bible.First.
I finally hit that sweet spot next spring when I managed to crank the voltage up to a whopping 100 million volts—yeah, you heard me right, a hundred million volts—using my... Finally. I was just sitting there with my pen in hand, trying to wrap my head around what I actually thought the approximate voltage of a lightning bolt was.

mysticism:
Missing the point is basically just a fancy way of being ignorant, and honestly, it’s on us that all these morbid perspectives and half-baked ideas seem to be running the show lately. I mean, look around—you can barely find one person out of ten who doesn't buy into telepathy, psychic manifestations, spiritualism, or talking to the dead. Most people are just sitting there wide open, ready to listen to any charlatan or con artist who wanders by, whether they realize they're being played or not.
"

I’ve gotta say, this takes a really fascinating look at what makes people tick:
Look, we all need some kind of North Star to guide our behavior and make sure life doesn't suck, right? Honestly, it doesn't even matter if that ideal is built on art, science, or some random creed, as long as it acts as that force that strips away the superficial nonsense. If we want the human race to actually survive without tearing itself apart, we desperately need one shared concept to rally around. And while I haven't stumbled upon any hard evidence that backs up the theories those psychologists and spiritualists keep pushing, I’ve managed to prove—to my own absolute satisfaction—that life operates on pure automatism. It's not just something I picked up from watching isolated events play out; I’ve seen it clearly through much broader generalizations.
Look, I’m telling you, this one thing leads straight to a discovery that I honestly think is a massive deal for society as a whole, and on...
I'll make this quick.

Look, our bodies are basically built from the same blueprint, right? We’re all out here getting hit by the exact same external forces every single day. It’s no wonder we react in pretty much the same ways—it makes total sense that our social norms and legal systems are designed around those predictable patterns. At the end of the day, we’re nothing more than biological machines running on autopilot.
Just getting tossed around by external forces, like a piece of driftwood bobbing on the surface of the ocean.
People think they’ve got free will, but honestly? They’re totally misreading how all those outside influences actually work. Every move we make, every little movement or big push, it all boils down to one thing: survival. We like to pretend we're these fiercely independent individuals just doing our own thing, but that’s a joke. In reality, we’re all tied together by these invisible threads you can't even see.
Look, as long as your body is running like a well-oiled machine, it reacts to whatever you throw at it with total precision. But the second things start sliding sideways—the moment some kind of imbalance kicks in—that whole survival instinct just loses its edge. It’s like trying to run a high-performance engine on cheap, watered-down gas; once the system is compromised, its ability to protect itself takes a massive hit.

You know, there’s this type of person—someone incredibly sensitive and sharp, someone whose internal wiring is still perfectly intact and tuned to every tiny shift in their environment. They’ve got this uncanny, almost mechanical intuition that lets them sniff out dangers so subtle most people wouldn't notice them if they were hit in the face with them. But here’s the kicker: when these people run into others who are basically walking disasters with completely fried internal compasses, that heightened sense becomes a curse. It’s like they end up absorbing all that chaos, feeling this massive, "cosmic" kind of pain just by being near them.

I mean, it’s pretty obvious how much we’ve totally misread the laws of nature... I’m convinced that geometry is actually the backbone of every cause-and-effect link in existence..

If you search for "sacred geometry," you start getting this much deeper insight into how vital geometry has been to the whole trajectory of human civilization.. I highly recommend checking out In plain sight—it’s mind-blowing how much geometry drives everything about us..

Then there's the series Fields Medal Example which offers a totally fresh take on a ton of stuff through the lens of spherical geometry. Even if you get tripped up by some of the technicalities regarding photon polarization, the author manages to explain everything from how celestial bodies form down to the behavior of a single photon just by using two spheres. Seriously, give it a look..

Speaking of the topic at hand—hair... okay, it’s not strictly about hair, but I stumbled onto this deep dive about the brain acting like a fractal antenna.. It's packed with info and really well put together. It honestly forces you to look at things from a completely different angle:
The Brain is an Advanced Fractal Antenna The Brain is an Advanced Fractal Antenna

There was this documentary from Russia about experiments trying to beam information using mirror focal points aimed directly at the brain.. And of course, they were using sphere-cylinder-spiral shaped mirrors..
Mirrors - A Glimpse Into the Future

Different shapes resonate, and guys like Tesla and Einstein basically argued that resonance is the ultimate secret.. it's all about vibration.. they say in the beginning was the Word..
But why wasn't it "in the beginning was sound"? Maybe because a word has a specific shape—a word represents a form..

Maybe that's where the trick lies.. in the beginning were time and space.. a word is a shape that can only exist within space, and sound is something that can only exist within time..

Maybe 😁Tesla
had this in mind:

started saying:
Maybe Elon Musk was thinking of this: 😁

Probably just an unreleased Tesla patent for a machine that triggers altered states of consciousness using ungelled punk hairstyles. Once the charge builds up, the mind migrates to the tip of one of those singed hairs—which are practically flooding with hydrogen at the ends—allowing you to view yourself from that angle. Just have to make sure you don't accidentally incinerate your consciousness too.

Dana Brooks3 said:Quote...

🙂
It’s true, long hair is really just a medium for channeling those autocsexual impulses into different outlets... ways to simulate "scoring" in various areas of life...
You missed just one word...

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😁 🙂
You could also look at it as a childish attempt at a power trip, which really just shows a lack of adjustment and could get in the way of reaching true emotional maturity... Still, that person can go on to achieve plenty of different peaks in life, be interesting, and make a great friend...
I wouldn't want him going to Brice... I can give him a much better haircut... 🙂

Bras wearing is just another layer of inhumane societal pressure... It goes against everything we know about biology, because they actually prevent a woman from functioning naturally...
Good grief, a woman isn't naked just because she isn't wearing a bra. I honestly feel for women who have to squeeze themselves into them constantly for practical reasons... As a woman myself, I think it’s much more beautiful and natural to see someone without those things. It's perfectly decent, as long as they aren't jumping around or wearing something overly transparent...

😁
Maturity is about balance, not just being a total hardass...😳

I find women with short hair—especially that "emo" look—to be more delicate. To me, short hair suggests a willingness to show vulnerability in areas where women are traditionally strongest, refusing to rely solely on traditional feminine charms. A woman with short hair might lead with something else: intellect, talent, or raw emotion. I know it sounds stereotypical, but that’s the first impression. Later, once they realize it works, they start copying each other, leaving us with a crowd of short-haired types pretending to be deep "indie" souls when they're really just copies of copies. Men with long hair might follow a similar pattern, trying to appear less intellectual and more emotional. Some women find a high-functioning tech expert intimidating—someone who eats organic, plays tennis, counts calories, hits the gym daily, plays in a band, teaches himself languages in an afternoon, and pulls a massive salary at Google or some MIT-level institute. Like a machine. But it's just a guess; for most, it's probably just emotional immaturity. 🤷

😁 🙂
Another way to see it is as an infantile attempt at a power trip, reflecting a lack of adjustment and a potential barrier to reaching full emotional maturity. Still, such a person can achieve many things in life and remain interesting or good company.
It would bother me if they went to a barber, since I'm actually quite good with the shears. 🙂

I respect anyone who does their job professionally, even if it's just cutting hair. It seems to me you have a drive for order; everything needs to be organized like a pharmacy. Shaven men, trimmed up, perfectly styled. I have some relatives who are total perfectionists about these things. It can be exhausting, but you have to admit that when it's done that way, everything runs like a Swiss watch—none of that chaotic "just wing it" approach we sometimes see. 😍

Bras are an element of inhumane societal coercion and serve as proof that breasts aren't purely functional, because they can't function properly while packed away in them.
Good grief. A woman isn't naked just because she isn't wearing a bra. I feel for those forced into constant, tight constriction for practical reasons. Personally, I find a natural silhouette much more pleasant—perfectly decent, provided there’s no excessive jumping or transparent fabric involved.

Technology will eventually solve this. I can already see some entrepreneur inventing a "smart bra" that monitors temperature, adjusts humidity, and uses neural networks woven into the fabric to sync with nerve endings. It would basically become a second skin. Built-in microprocessors would feed data to a central hub, which then triggers tiny motors in the seams to adjust lift and shape for maximum comfort. Women would love them so much they'd never take them off. Some Silicon Valley tech mogul would make a fortune, funneling those profits into a smartphone app called TitBook, creating a global network of data—a massive, interconnected "tit pool." Eventually, the US might finally achieve true unity, not through federal legislation, but when every woman's silhouette is networked into one singular Acquis Rotoplotaire. Honestly, I'm starting to sound like Woody Allen in one of his old movies... But one needs motivation to get through life, even if it's just the unification of humanity's collective mammary potential. Marx started with the proletariat and saw how far that went.

😁
Maturity requires balance, not a broomstick up the ass. 😳

By the time you reach maturity and pull the broomstick out, you're old enough to use it as a cane. 🧐

Ultimately, what you perceive as "balance" might just be a lack of drive or physical weakness preventing you from challenging the status quo. A man with high blood pressure can't afford to get worked up, but that doesn't mean he's attained spiritual enlightenment. He's just afraid of dropping dead. 🤣

Anthony Hayes2 said:I find women with short hair—especially that "emo" look—to be more delicate. To me, short hair suggests a willingness to show vulnerability in areas where women are traditionally strongest, refusing to rely solely on traditional feminine charms. A woman with short hair might lead with something else: intellect, talent, or raw emotion. I know it sounds stereotypical, but that’s the first impression. Later, once they realize it works, they start copying each other, leaving us with a crowd of short-haired types pretending to be deep "indie" souls when they're really just copies of copies. Men with long hair might follow a similar pattern, trying to appear less intellectual and more emotional. Some women find a high-functioning tech expert intimidating—someone who eats organic, plays tennis, counts calories, hits the gym daily, plays in a band, teaches himself languages in an afternoon, and pulls a massive salary at Google or some MIT-level institute. Like a machine. But it's just a guess; for most, it's probably just emotional immaturity. 🤷

😁 🙂
Another way to see it is as an infantile attempt at a power trip, reflecting a lack of adjustment and a potential barrier to reaching full emotional maturity. Still, such a person can achieve many things in life and remain interesting or good company.
It would bother me if they went to a barber, since I'm actually quite good with the shears. 🙂

I respect anyone who does their job professionally, even if it's just cutting hair. It seems to me you have a drive for order; everything needs to be organized like a pharmacy. Shaven men, trimmed up, perfectly styled. I have some relatives who are total perfectionists about these things. It can be exhausting, but you have to admit that when it's done that way, everything runs like a Swiss watch—none of that chaotic "just wing it" approach we sometimes see. 😍

Bras are an element of inhumane societal coercion and serve as proof that breasts aren't purely functional, because they can't function properly while packed away in them.
Good grief. A woman isn't naked just because she isn't wearing a bra. I feel for those forced into constant, tight constriction for practical reasons. Personally, I find a natural silhouette much more pleasant—perfectly decent, provided there’s no excessive jumping or transparent fabric involved.

Technology will eventually solve this. I can already see some entrepreneur inventing a "smart bra" that monitors temperature, adjusts humidity, and uses neural networks woven into the fabric to sync with nerve endings. It would basically become a second skin. Built-in microprocessors would feed data to a central hub, which then triggers tiny motors in the seams to adjust lift and shape for maximum comfort. Women would love them so much they'd never take them off. Some Silicon Valley tech mogul would make a fortune, funneling those profits into a smartphone app called TitBook, creating a global network of data—a massive, interconnected "tit pool." Eventually, the US might finally achieve true unity, not through federal legislation, but when every woman's silhouette is networked into one singular Acquis Rotoplotaire. Honestly, I'm starting to sound like Woody Allen in one of his old movies... But one needs motivation to get through life, even if it's just the unification of humanity's collective mammary potential. Marx started with the proletariat and saw how far that went.

😁
Maturity requires balance, not a broomstick up the ass. 😳

By the time you reach maturity and pull the broomstick out, you're old enough to use it as a cane. 🧐

Ultimately, what you perceive as "balance" might just be a lack of drive or physical weakness preventing you from challenging the status quo. A man with high blood pressure can't afford to get worked up, but that doesn't mean he's attained spiritual enlightenment. He's just afraid of dropping dead. 🤣

That's an interesting perspective. As a woman, I never would have thought of it that way or made those connections...
Maybe it’s just my own bias, but it feels like men find it much easier to step into a hero archetype they can actually relate to—or one that lets others project onto them. Those roles are just clearer, more straightforward to present. For women with long hair over thirty, though, it seems like the options mostly boil down to being either a washed-up rocker or a total troublemaker...

Maybe long-haired guys are trying to look less intelligent and more emotional on purpose. It’s like they think women might find a high-functioning tech expert too intimidating—someone who eats perfectly, plays tennis, tracks every calorie, hits the gym daily, plays in a band, and picks up new languages just by skimming a grammar book in an afternoon. Someone working a massive paycheck at a place like Google or a research lab at MIT... almost like a robot. But I could be wrong. Maybe for most of them, it's really just about being emotionally immature and unkempt...

Yeah, for a woman, a man like that can be genuinely intimidating. Especially if he stands over 6 feet tall...
Long hair tends to attract women more during their younger years. When they're still driven by their hearts, they go for the idealists, the revolutionaries, the sensitive types, and the creative souls who just won't conform... that kind of guy usually has long hair... 🙂

I have a lot of respect for anyone who does their job with true professionalism, even if it’s just cutting hair. It seems like you have this deep drive for order... everything has to be perfectly organized, like a high-end pharmacy. Men walking out clean-shaven, groomed, and perfectly styled. I have some relatives with Virgo placements, and it feels like that exact brand of perfectionism. It can be exhausting at times, but you have to admit that when it's done that way, everything runs like a Swiss watch. There's no room for that sloppy, "wing it as you go" attitude you see in some parts of the country... everything just works exactly the way it should.

What do you think...? 🤔 Look, I’m a fan of the three-day stubble. I’ve always been a bit wary of perfect symmetry, sharp angles, or hair that looks too polished. But this isn't about me, so... 😳

Technology will eventually catch up to this too. I can already see someone inventing—or maybe they already have—a smart bra that monitors temperature, adjusts humidity and warmth based on the surroundings, and transmits environmental impulses directly to nerve endings, essentially becoming a second skin. It’ll have built-in computers or some kind of neural network woven into the fabric to collect data and beam it via an antenna to a central computer. That computer would then send signals to tiny micro-motors hidden in the seams to lift or lower everything for the perfect look and feel. Women will love them so much they won't even take them off at night, and some tech entrepreneur with his Silicon Valley startup will make a fortune, reinvesting it into a smartphone app called Titbook, where women's chests across the globe become networked into one massive cyber-entity with the world's largest database of the global Acquis Rotoplotaire.

I think women are already networked in far more sophisticated ways. And it seems that network is a huge motivator for the other side...
You finally helped me clarify the vision of an artist I thought was just obsessed with breasts but now it feels like there's much more to it...

It's sad that we'd want to shear you, while you're busy dreaming of tubular-alveolar dominance...

Uhm, now I'm starting to sound like Woody Allen in one of his movies... But, it matters that a man has something to motivate him in life, even if it's the unification of all of humanity's mammary potential. Marx started with the proletariat and he went quite far.

Exactly...
Woody is always welcome 🥳

Just when you reach maturity and pull the broom out of your backside, you're old enough to use it as a cane. : wisdom:

Having a broom in an awkward place isn't exactly a prerequisite for reaching maturity.
But whatever. Sounds wise 🙂

In the end, maybe what looks like balance from your perspective is actually just weak motivation or physical frailty preventing someone from breaking their status quo. For instance, a man with high blood pressure can't afford to get worked up because he might pop a vessel, but that doesn't mean he's become spiritually enlightened. He's just afraid of dying. : rofl:

🤣
I’m certain that wasn't the kind of balance I was talking about.
I meant the kind where you don't need a stick up your ass just to get things done...

🤔 Almost everything I said was just me poking fun at my own thoughts. Even my replies go through that same mental loop, filtered through your associations. I thought we could just laugh at the whole thing and play around for a bit, but we've both become way too serious and sincere... if we keep this up, you'll lose all your hair, and I'll be stuck tying mine back in pigtails...

I drifted a little too far off-topic.
My apologies for that.

I'm not sure how to make it up to you, and I'm pretty exhausted, so I'll just leave this here:


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