naw i just got this in my latest bout of satori.
if i think about it more, i may expand on why you rpenis isn't yoru brain isn't your index finger, but for teh moment, let it be known among men an dwomena nd cheldren as a universal truth, to be kicked into the mud and hten punched in teh face alot until the mu dis red with forgiveness, and the air thick with cries for mercy.
::channels Mangrove's esoterica::
If we postulate the finger as the buddhist symbol of the Ego, the Genitals as a creative force, and the brain as the filtering system of reality, one can fairly easily see a golden triangle shaped from the brain to the penis, i.e. filtered reality acting as a fuel for the creative (and inherently chaotic) force, while being tempered (for coherence) by the Ego (in this case, not ego like Turd or TGRR might have it, I mean it more in the sense of "socialized conciousness").
Whoa. I've been in the EB&G's classrooms too long, i think...
