आवासः क्रियतां गाङ्गे

There's a famous couplet attributed to Bhratrhari 

आवासः क्रियतां गाङ्गे पापवारिणि वारिणि ।
स्तनमध्ये तरुण्या वा मनोहारिणि हारिणि ॥

āvāsaḥ kriyatāṃ gāṅge pāpavāriṇi vāriṇi |
stanamadhye taruṇyā vā manohāriṇi hāriṇi

The Enlightened, either fix their abode on the steps of Ganga's Sin-absolving waters

Or else shoot their load twixt the rose tipped tits of Joy's roistering daughters

which has a complicated 'Tantric' meaning, or else is simply a reflection of the fact that 'Samsara' is 'Nirvana' coz shit is only shit. 

Now, it is true that certain very scholarly' Tantric' lineages- e.g. Kaulas, Namboodris etc.- as well Royal families who maintained hereditary preceptors/ purohits/ rhapsodists with this soteriological genealogy- did have babies and followed a middle path and are still doing very well after hundreds or thousands of years. But this is because they fucked off from where the Ganges and Cholera most copiously flowed, and concentrated on making money, not titty-fucking. 

If the girl has 'garlanded breasts' and you get to appreciatively lick the space between them, it is not coz God favours titty-wanks. It is because that space will soon be populated by a bouncing, belligerent, baby who will bite your nose and throw away your glasses and dance delightedly upon your broken bones.

It is because there was no space between my wife's, or my Mum's, or Goddess Parvati's breasts, that baby has to content himself with sleeping between Mum & Dad due to otherwise they merge into Ardhanarishvara. 

Why do stupid fuckers like me still bother with the 'Bhagirathi parishram' of translating the ultra fuckin' scholastic Bhratrhari?

 It's coz the latter's expensive education was the axe which laid waste to his mother's youth. Personally, I blame Bhishma. Fuck you very much Gangeya!

Still, Ganga is great because Yamuna- i.e. Yami- is great. Fuck Yama and niyamas- or rather, since they are all about refusing to fuck yore sister for some sissy reason, relegate them to fucking Hades!

I suppose, a hundred years ago, LSE type Iyer would have remarked the particular type of 'stream' - ओघ- constituted by the mare that is the submarine fire or the 'horses of the sea' which Cuchulain battled after the women displayed their bare breasts to him and abashed he retired to fight the milk flecked briny tide whose Prince of Whales tends to be a balding fuck. Still, if the cunt kept sucking off whales so as to preserve Pax Brittanica or whatever, fuck we care about his fucking bald-spot? 

As for Bhratrhari or Lord Buddha- who thought baby Rahul was a 'fetter'- here's the fucking truth. Fucking does not matter. Babies and Mummies matter. Looking after peeps and letting others learn how to look after you- that's fucking Love mate! Everything else is just solitary or mutual masturbation or some sort of fucking circle jerk.