I was wondering about trials mentality.. you know, 'the inner game of trials' 'the zen of trials' and all that shit. But I noticed that every time I see a great set of knockers it completely sends my psychic feeling mechanisms into other channels than whatever moves I have ambitions towards. Are fantastic hooters supposed to compliment the highly technical physical process of balance and weight shifting, as required by trials, or are they instead a rogue element of awareness designed to bend the entire universe in THEIR direction, constantly, for as long as we shall live? Either way (!) I'm not complaining, its just a curiosity to me that such a basic thing -far less complicated than even a trackstand- should arouse such distraction. Perhaps the latest discoveries in String Theory will shed some light on all of this. I'm going to the library to find out. Besides, theres a woman that works there with nice jugs.