mathematical secrets of the universe

It’s more the holistic entirety of the form and spirit of the subject as it relates to the platonic ideal of the feminine/ masculine.
Pointing to a butt or breasts or dick or whatever and saying that, yes, this is the whole of how we must judge this person, is like pointing to a single note in a song and using it to judge an artist. It is more about how the forms work with each other and how they relate to the artistic goal of the total. A chord that sounds great in a punk rock song might sound awful in a Bach concerto, and many people might like one but don’t like the other.
Only a butcher judges purely by the ass-fat as an individual unit. We as beings that mirror the divine, carry the mathematical secrets of the universe in our badonks. And so for the ass to truly go for days, it must be line with the subject’s very soul itself.
Now slap that booty and make it bounce in tune with the inner vibrations that make up all things.
(I apologize for all of this in advance. I’m drunk.)