THE HOLY VALLEY

Men usually don’t know how to behave around cleavages. We begin to fumble, stammer, pant, feel dizzy and other malfunctions we never knew existed in our system become evident. Cleavages, in fact, represents the acid test for us testosterone overloaded species. How does one not get drawn into this creation which sucks towards itself everything in sight probably more destructive and powerful in nature than any cosmic black hole ?
Now there are two ways a person can react to a cleavage. Both the ways have the same destination point but the approach defers. The ordinary mortal will continue to gawk, stare, quiver, drool, all at the same time, at the marvel. He is too weak a creation to have the power to snub a cleavage. He just bows his head down and allows himself to be sacrificed at the gallows. However; the determined mortal will pretend to be aloof and cold of the sublime “gorge”. He will take absolutely no notice of the cleavage and go to the lengths of denying its existence. But, alas, even this façade cannot be kept on for long enough. At one time, the shield of fake fortitude will shatter and even he succumbs to the cosmic and celestial power of “ the cleavage” . Our eyes, who no longer are responding to the messages being sent to it by our now helpless brain, will ponder and land comfortably upon the creation at some point of time and continue to be there until some one tears us away from our trance.
It is the idea which the cleavages give us that lead us into committing this sin. As it is female genitalia has always fascinated us and will continue to do so for decades to come. Cleavages give us a “window” of how the entire “picture” might look like. Now don’t lead yourself into thinking that men are born with perverse minds. They are, but there are other factors that come into play apart from our sexually proactive mind. It has more to do with imagination and the meandering joy ride it takes us on after we have laid our eyes on this masterful design. Same theory applies to micro-mini skirts, noodle straps and other examples of skimpy clothing (just to add -God bless these designers who are never quite satisfied at the length of their clothes). It toys with our minds like we are some kind of serfs. They change us into bond slaves who have given themselves to their master and have lost their ability and strength to think for themselves. It makes us think about the canvas on which this picture is painted. The bigger picture. The larger picture. The picture that never seems to stop growing.
At this point there's no other alternative but to give up any kind of resilience we can offer to this “monster”. Its time we sing eulogies and songs and completely give ourselves to the all powerful CLEAVAGE.