Every kind of nudity is an abstraction. A man without clothes submits himself to immediate opinion. Nudity emphasizes coarseness devoid of culture, clothes advocate culture without coarseness. Culture and coarseness are subjective omissions. We wear our personalities, we also wear their failings. When romancing opportunity, man despises possibility. Nudity is the greatest opportunity that yields the nearest possibility to human perfection. Human perfection is an abstraction, too. The concept of drenching oneself with something that selfishly annuls this, is known as clothing. Topically, it is redeemed as Fashion.

The first human walked naked on earth, says the bible. But the Bible can be wrong. Salvation is extorted by a means of esthetic nakedness supported by an ethical one, say I. I am wrong. Skin is where the soul is most.

The river is nude. Hence, it has a surface. The sky is not nude. Hence, it bears an exaggeration of surface. Anything superficial allows manipulation. Nudity is not superficial, clothing is. It is impossible without surfaces; correction: it is impossible without their employment.

Life is a pornography of awkward silences, purpose must find reason where the source is unfounded. Perfect nudity is a demand on beauty. Beauty is a compromise on that demand. A body is its element.

If every man on the planet were to bear the burden of nakedness, they would also bear the disruption of choices, an overkill of beauty and a greater disruption of vanity.

Nudity commands neither perception nor imagination, neither prejudice nor preference