Horace the Horse, the breast and asymmetry:

As a rule of thumb, the quest for human symmetry is sought, but never satisfied. The closer we look, the more we see asymmetry.

I began a quest, early in life, focusing the breast. I set out to find perfect breasts, two that I believed would reflect perfect symmetry.

After much study, (I stop just short at calling it research), I concluded that one breast is "not like the other". At first I was puzzled, then dismayed. "Was this only true for young developing girls", I asked. As my discovery progressed, I found that breasts even up with age, never reaching a state of symmetry.

I now enjoy breasts of all sizes, big, little, or none at all (symmetry be gone with you, I say). My focus is now nipples. Like a fine sculpture, the breast is the pedestal upon which the masterpiece, the nipple, is exhibited. When one visits a museum, it's not to look at the pedestal, but, at the masterpiece sitting on it. The nipple is that magnificent masterpiece.

My journey brings me back to a child hood song, Horace the Horse (on the Merry Go Round) who was so sad that he was the last horse. Oone day he realized that "the others are a-following me" (Thank you Burl Ives).