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What is the difference between seeing a bright orange full moon on the horizon out of the corner of your eye, and stopping to admire it for a few minutes, and seeing a beautiful women walk by and stopping to admire her beauty for some the same amount of time.
Please assume you never undress her with your eyes or think lustful thoughts–it is pure admiration of beauty (feel free to challenge that this assumption is physically possible).
My conscience is telling me that there is a difference between admiring the beauty of a real woman in public and admiring a beautiful depiction of a woman in the form of a painting or statue. I am having a hard time coming up with words to describe what my conscience is telling me.
Please assume you never undress her with your eyes or think lustful thoughts–it is pure admiration of beauty (feel free to challenge that this assumption is physically possible).
My conscience is telling me that there is a difference between admiring the beauty of a real woman in public and admiring a beautiful depiction of a woman in the form of a painting or statue. I am having a hard time coming up with words to describe what my conscience is telling me.