I'm just thinking back to when I was 14, which was before the age of exotic and multiple piercings. I remember being lost in a reverie one day as I gazed at the simple gold hoops my friend, Wendy, wore in each ear lobe; and the way her hair flowed around and through each one. In that moment she seemed more graceful, more quietly feminine, more trancendently beautiful than all the love songs written in all of history could ever express.
I'm have no idea how many piecings a human body can sustain; but Wendy stole my heart with just two.
"Government is not reason; it is not eloquent; it is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master."
-- George Washington