Passion

 Passion

I worry alot about how I portrayed my life.  Breaking through all of the nonsense by which prehumanity continues to delude itself was difficult, to put it lightly.  Once I had zeroed in on the only aspect of human life that could be the root cause of all of our madness, the rest of putting together the pieces was difficult, because of all of the conditioning we all go through in life.  Every single one of us, no matter the culture, goes through the same basic conditioning.  Don't think about it, certainly don't talk about it.  That is just what a mess we have made of sex.  That, alone, speaks to how big a problem sex, and particularly coitus, is.  While we discuss/argue violently about all of the sexual alternatives to coitus, we never even mention coitus.  We are all too afraid of confronting the source of all problems with sex, the root cause of our madness.  It is the primary evidence that something is hidden deep.  It has been incorporated in our world view since before there were cultures.  The cultures grew to accommodate the maddening state of coitus while never mentioning it.  That makes it clear it is the root cause of the madness that has gripped humanity all along.

I often talk about the secret that is no secret.  That men have something to learn about coitus/loving/being Human and they don't want to talk about it.  It is no secret, really.  It's just the prehuman race doesn't want to think about it.  Underneath that secret that we all know and never mention, or side by side with it, is another secret.  That sex is a mess because of it and we have made a mess of human life because of it.  All because we can't confront the thorn in our side.

The portrayal of my own life is so tricky because of it, as well.  I guess I haven't misrepresented my own life too much.  I make it clear that, all along, I was only looking for what is wrong with (pre)humanity.  That is all.  Never really expecting to find the problem.

I don't know.  Something I wrote not too long ago seemed skewed.  I am not going to go try to track it down.  It just felt like I was suggesting I went through life on a mission.  While I feel that is true, that, beneath all the gibberish that was absorbed because one is always looking for guidelines (in particularly while we remain a demented animal out of its element and comfort zone of stupour* - in other words, the herd mentality vs individual mentalities meeting in common cause: our humanity and clarity regarding our existence), there was something driving me, it certainly didn't appear that way as I journeyed on.  I can't say it even felt that way.  It just seemed clear that humanity was wasting its time with every single effort it attempted until it can figure out what is wrong with itself.  I used to scoff at the great detectives efforts in novels (while reading them voraciously).  They resolved nothing.  They were caught in a revolving door for the sake of making a name for themselves.  Even the reason for my desire for anonymity was never conscious.  In some ways, it was an instinctive repulsion caused by everyone wanting to make a name for themselves.  The same was true of every effort in intellect.  Even though they were all quite fascinating, they never addressed the most crucial problem: what is wrong with humanity?

Maybe a better way to explain it is that my passion disappeared rather abruptly following puberty.  Above all, I wanted to love a woman and, yet, it was just not possible.  There is no doubt about that predicament, though it was buried beneath three millennia of excuses, quirks, and other obstacles.  I have no idea whether, if Loving Coitus was available, I would have been willing to opt for something else in order to accommodate a particular woman.  At best, it would have taken some very long discussions.  Coitus is just that awesome.  And, yet, I was cut off from enjoying it.  That may describe the problem of the human race best.  Of course, I enjoyed the incredible feeling but the counterpoint of obviously leaving the woman unsatisfied tainted it all.  I could never convince myself of what was wrong.  That is how deep the idiocy of the race goes.  Thank goodness that I always desired clarity and nothing less.  For once, I don't even feel bad about having to clarify all of the alternatives that are available.  It doesn't change anything I have stated.  My passion for a male-female relationship in no way detracts from others that don't care so much about loving a woman in the only way that I felt comfortable.  That was my passion.  Until it is resolved, everything else was off the table.  I want to be able to do it right, come what may, whether it works out that way or not, whether the woman has other ideas.  Of course, it now becomes the ultimate frustration that a physical limitation at my age makes it untenable.

I know that I could have had a passion for so many things in life - if I had been able to fulfill my passion for loving a woman.  I won't get into whether a single relationship is what the future holds for most or not.  While I believe it makes sense for many reasons, there are a lot of reasons, in our current circumstances, that still clutter the picture that may suggest that many will still go through partners like a revolving door. So, I can't say, at this stage.  That would be prophesying and I won't do it.

Regarding reincarnation.  I believe I have engaged in a number of passions over previous lives.  Spent lives being passionate about a number of other efforts.  

I had so many pass me by in this lifetime.  I would encounter them and say to myself, "eh".  They were lovely to entertain but there was something missing that made them all lackluster.  It took me a lifetime to figure out what.  It seems it took me many lifetimes to figure out what.  In other words, the other passions were only lackluster in this life because I had been there before.  First of all, they were all just too simple to excel.

This may be the best way in which I have been able to express why I become more confident in the idea of reincarnation.  I won't say I believe in it because I have no real choice but to remain agnostic.  Anything regarding afterdeath is too much for me in this life.  There is no definitive evidence, one way or the other, though a lot of interesting indications if one searches the web.  But, too much of my life does not make sense unless something undetectable was driving me.  

This is the closest I can come to predicting.  All of those other passions could have blossomed into full bloom in this life, if they didn't feel secondary to something.  I am sure of it.  I was distracted by the big issue, the root cause, and I can pin down no other source for that drive.

I guess that is the other thing.  While I say I spent a lifetime seeking what is wrong with humanity and, for all appearances, it looked that way, it wasn't ever a conscious thought, as such.  

I can still remember spending hours upon hours writing about what I call surface issues (and surface interactions) in order to pin down if they could possibly be used to figure out what is wrong with humanity.  They could not.  It was more an exercise in negatives.  All of the finger-pointing targets never answered what is wrong with humanity.  They are only symptoms.  The best, in retrospect, that I can say about them is that they are distractions from the real problem.  That is as close to certainty as possible.

I really did write enough to fill more than one book on it (think all of the outside forces, like surface issues and laws, cultural and peer pressure and religious dictates; acting like we are Human while never really being Human).  But, I can't say it was something I ever took seriously.  Do you see how weird all of this was?  Do you see why I have such a difficult time explaining it.   It was more like a rather boring, tedious pastime.

It was just the obvious ultimate riddle.  What is wrong with humanity?  I have always been searching for answers but not in a conscious way.  Heck, I even wrote a scifi book on it.  It was only after stumbling across what was wrong that it became a conscious effort.  Up until then, it was just a way to pass the time in the absence of anything that made sense.

The best way to look at it, I guess, is that there was this layer of delusions covering everything.  I was just plugging away at life with this vast suspicion regarding everything I encountered.  That didn't stop me from following the herd in way too many ways.

Well, anyways, I don't know if I got to what I was originally intending.  That is very much how I attacked humanity's madness.  There was no grand goal behind it all.  I was as surprised as anyone would be to uncover something that held some promise of actually providing an answer to it all.  I was sceptical but I couldn't shoot any holes in it.  The longer I perused, the more convincing it became.

I think the main concern I was trying to address in this post is that passion will not snuff out with the advent of Loving Coitus.  It will flourish.  Of course.

*Comfort zone of stupour will need to be explored further unless someone will get off their asses and begin spreading the word emphatically regarding what is wrong with humanity.  Have I not conveyed it clearly enough yet?  Have I not been concise enough yet?  

I so ache to put it in a 300 character post.  Wish that were possible.

The funny thing is that it will be possible, once humanity accepts sentient reality.  It would go something like this.

We have treated coitus as an animal does.  It is time to grow up and learn to love.  Loving Coitus is the only way to clear away the debris of the animal.

    That will be all it takes for a sentient race that has gained its clarity.  It will be accepted without a second thought.

Surface issues & superficial solutions

 Surface issues & superficial solutions

Maybe this will explain it.  I have had such trouble pinning down surface issues in a coherent manner because there are no feedback loops.  So, let me try, again.

I have to start with an Eleanor Roosevelt quote, " “Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”  I doubt you will see the point I am trying to make.

I was just thinking about a really, really bad surface issue.  Wars being waged by nuclear powers on countries that don't have nuclear weapons ... scratch that.  I decided to look through my earlier books.  I was right.  It is another aspect that I explained very well long, long, long ago.

I can't decide which book's insights chime through the best.  You choose.

This one is from Millennium.

Tell me how economics, politics, governments, religions, economic models, or any other preposterous proposed basis for improving our predicament can possibly compare in any way to something so fundamental to our existence, something so crucial to the basis on which we live as correcting the  coitus?  (these are the surface issues that we spend all of our time obsessing about)

Coitus is not about what we some superfluous issue.  This goes to who we are and the detritus of the animal that we still maintain after thousands of years.  

The brute force effect of laws, religious dictates, regulations, mores, and ethics have no real effect other than to contain the madness to the slightest degree.  (these are the superficial solutions enacted by the witless animal; making it all the more amusing, economics, politics, etc are both superficial solutions and surface issues)  Nothing changes.  The pressure builds and the pressure cooker bursts apart regularly.

All of those feeble efforts have never improved the situation one iota and never will.  It does not get us closer to being Human.  It only gets us closer to completing the absurd mimicry of our Humanity.  The caricature that I see continuing to develop appalls me in every way.

We cannot become Human by relying on outside influence to force change within the individual through laws and other strictures.  It cannot happen.  The attempt to do so is an animal mimicking what it thinks it means to be Human.  

We are no closer to our Humanity than we were three thousand years ago.  It has all been mind games of imbeciles.  Maybe that is another trait that has been in my favor.  I have never had much use for games in any form.

Do you really think that a law should be required for a man not to rape a woman?  Do you really think that little of men and humanity in general? 

I know. That's just the way it's always been.  Right?  Sigh.

How about a man's own self-respect impeding him from such a heinous act?  You can hardly even comprehend the concept, right?  All of the other acts of abuse against women and a great lot of our troubles come from the same pool of men's lack of self-respect.  

Sigh.  I feel I have no need to detail the reason for men's lack of self-respect.  Have I not gone through it enough?

The example that has been bothering me today is The Red Pill, a particular derivative of InCel (look it up).  If it wasn't so horrific, stupoured, and bestial, it would be hilarious.  The red pill refers to the movie The Matrix and the idea that you rid your mind of all delusions by taking it.  As far as I can tell the whole damned (pre)human race, in its stupour, thinks it has taken the red pill.

This one is from Book 6.

The Trouble With Troubles

There is something disturbing humanity at a fundamental level.  That disturbance keeps all of the nonsense in motion.

If you inspect closely, what we have tried to do regarding is focus on each little individual trouble that humanity causes and stamp it out.  We have tried to contain the chaos in only two ways: laws and religion.  They only attempt to contain the havoc.

Both start with the assumption that we are irretrievably screwed up.  Then, both attempt to put a lid on the pressure cooker of the prehuman and never consider becoming human.  

The pressure cooker still explodes regularly.

There are more but I think, maybe, these make the point.

Initial conditions

 Initial conditions

Who knows?  Who cares?  Anyone?

We have considered evolution in awe and diced apart the effects of genes to a fine degree.  I have referred to it as genetic evolution, in fact, because that is how we treat it.

With the advent of humanity, it has now become clear that it is far more than just genes.  It is also consciousness evolution.  What is important is that humanity began to break free of the stupour of the animal that impeded the consciousness.  That has been going on for three millennia, at least, and, so far, we have done a fairly poor job of it.  While all of the effects, even of conscious evolution, can probably be traced back to genes, there is something more going on.

We have made a mess of it all, so far.  That is due to initial conditions.  The most important observations regarding our heightened awareness is ourselves, the human race.  We have hardly glanced in that direction for reasons I have explained.  To sum it up, shame, guilt, confusion, delusion, deceit.  In other words, the last bastion of the stupour.

Initial conditions is a term often used in Chaos theory.

In the case of humanity, that seems most appropriate.

humanity's initial conditions, before it ever existed, was a witless animal.  Stumbling along doing its thing, reproducing for no apparent reason other than that is what life does.  Half of the animal kingdom is driven to reproduce by the driving desire for sexual release of its recurring load.  The other half is chased until they give in and carry the burden that the first half essentially forces on them.  That is what animal's do.

For humanity, amidst this mad and maddeningly backdrop, it all had to be explained - from the perspective of both genders, because we can't help but seek clarity.  That is what a high functioning sentient race with its heightened awareness does in its ongoing desire for clarity.  The two perspectives have yet to merge.

The act itself is enough of an explanation for the male half of a race whose initial conditions are that of the sexually driven gender of the animal.  The female half had to explain its part in words, also, though.  

What does the female gender get out of it?  A lot of pain and suffering in the absence of the most incredible experience that is only assured for the male gender amongst witless animals that don't know any better.  For the witless animal, essentially, the female is conquered.  When a male human has to learn to conquer, rather than love, he goes mad.  He knows better, even though the gender and the race has yet to admit it.

    The females also take on the most important burden of any animal.  Providing for the ongoing proliferation of the species through reproduction.  In humanity's past, it has always been portrayed as enough on its own to raise children, as if the wonder of it all overcame the burden of it all.  That doesn't hold up well under closer inspection.  Something is missing.

For a sentient race, that is just not enough.  We have twisted it every which way but loose to find a way to make it work.  One side has always said, "anything goes!"  The other side says, "stick to basics!" and off we went for three millennia without an answer, just a lot of conflict and madness because we were not confronting the issue that counts because we were not ready to deal with it.

At first, while we were still under the influence of the stupour of the animal far more than the heightened awareness of the sentient race that we were to become, we became just sentient enough to produce complex communications and wonder about complex questions.  Throughout the race of humanity, one question was asked and provided no simple answer.  The question was so pervasive that it was pondered and buried, in different ways, all over the world.  The question was beyond our witless ancestors.  It is not beyond modern humans.

     Of course, one of the primary topics was our place in existence and how it was all supposed to work.  Not how it was supposed to work for an animal with little or no wit but for a high functioning race of beings with details of awareness at its fingertips.

We were prepared to articulate nonsense on just about any subject because the task of elucidation - clearing up the nonsense - is a far more difficult task that requires all of the skills of a sentient race that has been honing those skills for a very long time.  The more complex the problem, the longer it takes to hone those skills.  In the case of what is wrong with humanity, it has taken three millennia.  The comprehension by a sentient race of itself, is the most complex task of all.

It almost seems as if part of the genetic package that the sentient race inherited is a deeply embedded dread of; the failure of reproducing life, the meaning of interpreting that life, and how it is all supposed to work.  Maybe the constantly looming spectre of death has something to do with it.  Maybe the fear of extinction is an emphatic corollary.  So, leave it alone until the answer is obvious.

Maybe, those infants of sentience long ago were driven mostly by the desire to explain away all of the inconsistencies of the cycle of life due to this dread.  I won't bother to get into the inconsistencies, once again.  You know what they are.

A much easier explanation, of course, is that the woman dreaded the male reaction to the question, "why do you get all the fun and I only get the burden?"  It is certain that the male, amidst his shame, guilt, and sentient realizations would respond badly to that in the absence of resolution of the issues.

Whether that gets embedded in the genes, as well, is anybody's guess though, considering the depths to which the stupour seems get embedded, it almost seems possible.

But, then there's the higher functions of the sentient creature that desires clarity.  I can almost picture it shaking its head as it reads what I have written.  It may not like to read it but it can't help but desire clarity in all things.  At least some will overcome the bewitchment of the stupour, sooner or later, whether it is my words or just the ongoing, relentless, function of the sentient mind to admit what becomes more obvious to its heightened awareness with every second of the last three millennia, I may never know.

Root cause

Root cause

I think I'm done.  In more ways than one.  I am utterly exhausted by the inability of anyone to think for themselves.  I feel like anyone reading what I have had to say is either refuting it without the slightest consideration or equating what I have said with all of the surface issues or just blocking it out.  I don't know any more.  I also don't think I have enough brain left to wrack any longer.

But, I have one last attempt to penetrate the stupour.

The problem is that I have had to unearth each little nitpick that someone might use to reject the problem that humanity has encumbered with millennia of nonsense that has driven the stupour to such depths that no one can even consider our actual state of disarray.  I have had to attempt to avoid all of the stupour's roadblocks, since no one seems to have the same innate desire to understand what is fundamentally wrong with humanity and how to rid ourselves of the stupour.

To put it most simply, no one seems to even be aware of the stupour in which the human race remains.  There are just so many ways to block out clarity from occurring that, if no one is willing to think for themselves, I can't get anyone there.  Not in this lifetime.

Who knows?  Just like this one, knowing how I operate, I might just keep plugging away until I can no longer write or think or move my fingers.  Or, maybe, better yet, I will have enough sense to put anything more on a page that no one can access unless they are themselves very inventive and willing to put up with sudden outbreaks of my nuttiness, as my determination remains and my wit fades away.

Anyways.  Two aspects continue to bother me.  Foremost is that I haven't a clue what women are really thinking.  What I need to understand is deep.  Too deep for casual conversation.  Secondly, I think another fascinating piece of the puzzle lies in the East.  Their way of thinking is so different that understanding it from someone that has lived it would allow me to triangulate to a much greater degree on my understanding of the mess we have made of sentience and how to articulate it.  I'm not even sure, at this point, if I any longer have what it would take to dig it out, much less convey it.

Back to the foremost hurdle though.  I keep wondering how women refute what I am saying?  Or, do they at all?  Just like the Asian point of view, all I can do is make an educated guess.  If women do refute what I am saying, it keeps rattling around in my head that they may be saying to themselves, that it is so much more than just lasting long enough.  I am beginning to become confident that many women can admit that men are the problem, but I am still not sure what they may think causes it.  If they think it is just men's desire for sexual release, then they are deep, deep, deep in the stupour still.  

I have tried to address this but, as usual, it is in a vacuum.  I have to guess at the argument they might use, as well as the explanation.  I have gotten so far as to induce some to make minor comments but nothing substantial.  Ever.  

If you can imagine that, maybe you will begin to conceive of how difficult this has all been.  In every case, for every argument, this is the approach I have had to take.  I have had to piece together the argument that might be made against what I am saying, as well as, then, refute it!

Let me give an example.  One woman went so far as to say, "well any woman in their right minds will find a man that is willing to go down on them."  It confirmed a lot about what I had been thinking (this was about fifteen years ago), but left so much unsaid.

Anyways, there is a phrase, in some circles, that explains what I have been working on all this time.  Root cause.  In a lot of industries, as with all of prehumanity, we seldom look for root cause of a problem (in my case, the problem has always been prehumanity's mad state).  Someone finds a problem and everyone starts throwing around things (think surface issues like politics; pragmatist vs dreamers; misogyny (i hate to call misogyny a surface issue because it resides so close to the root cause but, still, it is a symptom, not the disease); climate change (if we were Human, if root cause is alleviated, we would have the sanity necessary to address climate change), etc) that might have some effect on the problem.  If we hadn't been doing it for three millennia, sure, but we have.  Root cause proposes that there is a single fault that caused the problem and one way to eliminate the problem, once and for all.  Anything else is just a bandaid.  Anything else is a quick fix that doesn't really eliminate the problem.  It just masks it, makes it feel better for a little while, but never does a thing about the problem itself.

The surface issues; like politics, corruption, bestial corporations, demented leaders, the ongoing push and pull between liberals and conservatives (that is never getting us anywhere nearer any resolution of Humanity's problems as we avoid the real problem), religious zealots that are willing to turn the world upside down regarding any beliefs other than their own (even people that are devoted to the same god!), even laws and regulations; are just such quick fixes.  Except that, for all of the time and effort spent on these issues, it gets us nowhere.  Ever.  

Do you see?  All of those surface issues I just mentioned are bandaids and baling wire used to avoid the real problem.  We can't even acknowledge the real problem: coitus.  Even this doesn't correlate as well as I would like.  The surface issues are as much the symptoms of the ultimate problem - prehumanity's mad view of the world - as it is the bandaids that have been laid on top of each other for three millennia in attempt after attempt to heal the mad view.  Or, one could say that we don't even attempt to suggest that we can heal the mad view.  We just  try to alleviate it as best we can ("we are only human" vs "omigoodness, we are Human!).  

With no one to discuss this with, how do I ever hope to get anywhere on explaining it in a manner that will penetrate the stupour?!!?   What worries me the most is that some (or all?) consider the failure to make coitus a loving event just another surface issue or, worse yet, an issue of such little importance that they need not consider it (just another way to block out what the stupour does not want considered at all) or ,worst of all, beyond their ability to conceptialise.  Do they immediately write it off as the ramblings of some madman?  Do you also see why I worry that I might end up a rambling madman that continues to write long after he should have stopped?

Anyways, back to where I was going with what women think.  Do they consider the idea of men lasting longer as just a bandaid that won't change a thing?  Do they think that it is the overall missing loving approach to sex by men that is the real problem?  Do some think the lack of foreplay is what is missing, for instance?  There are so many 'surface issues' regarding even what is wrong with sex that mask the real problem.  The influence of irrational justifications of alternatives to coitus drive me most crazy.  They become militant stances by many that can't conceive that without Loving Coitus all other alternatives suffer as well.  This is a real sticking point with me.  How do I explain this in a way that can penetrate the militant stances of anyone that believes the alternatives are the only necessary answer?  I have tried and tried.  My favorite, to date, is at the end of The Stupour's Inertia And Stumbling Along.

Men have no confidence in themselves when it comes to loving.  Of course, some do better than others.  Some almost certainly succeed completely, though that is certainly a rarity.  So, it is unlikely that there are many women that will refute the whole issue based on their experience with a lover that really knows how to love physically during coitus.

The point is that there is only one reason that men lose confidence and become less loving and less willing to attempt to love a woman physically.  It is not because they are averse to providing foreplay, for instance.  It is another case of the irony that I just tried to explain in a different post.  If they don't spend time on foreplay, it is because they are wondering what is the point when they cannot follow up on it successfully.  The same for the many men that lose their loving ways entirely.  If they lose their loving ways, it is because they cannot follow it up.  It begins to feel like an (shameful? misleading?scam?) act when the desired results never arrive.  Why go through with an act that does not end in the loving results.  I hope some women can realize how confounding the woman's point of view on this all can become for a man.

I am trying desperately here to close the gap between what the woman thinks is going on and what is actually going through the men's minds.  If men feel like any and all efforts they make cannot be followed up to provide the desired results because of their failure at the most important aspect of all, can a woman not see how they would lose all interest in any and all efforts leading up to the inevitable failure?  Can the woman not see that the selfish results are the result of their inability to make it work in the first place.

Or, is this all clear to every woman that engages with men???

Am I wasting my time trying to explain this to women?  Will it help men comprehend?  This is clearly the most important aspect.  

Or, the alternatives.  That one's easy to see from a woman's point of view.  Just convince all men that they need to be willing to go down on a woman, use a dildo, or turn gay.  The problem has to do with a man's self-image if he cannot make coitus work as he knows it should.  It doesn't really help to know that most men are in the same boat for a lot of reasons, which I'm not going to get into here.

I am really beginning to believe that my mind is, at long last, broken.  What I wrote above doesn't even make sense to me.

Well, I keep thinking that anything else I write should be going on the phantom site.  This feels like I am truly getting nowhere and clarity is nowhere to be found in what I have written, which means it's time to stop trying.  Yeah, we'll see if I can keep my mouth shut.  It seems unlikely, really.  At least, I hope I'll have enough sense to put it on the phantom site and not begin to weird everyone out worse than I already have.

Yeah, as usual, all of a sudden I have this outpouring but I am so far off the reservation nowadays, this stuff is definitely feeling like it should go on the phantom site.  But, what if I am wrong?  I know I continue to put the pieces together better than ever before.  So, what if I put something that finally penetrates the stupour thoroughly where no one but the most incredibly inventive, creative can reach?  The link is available.  It's just amusingly difficult to find.

I won't be doing any more rhoetry unless there is a change of wind but I can't seem to shake the writing or the thinking bug.  I'm really loving where my thoughts are going but, since I have no one reliable with whom to share them, I really want to put them on the phantom site.  I might even be done with the need to vent.  In fact, I have finally tracked down the desire to vent, but I think I will put that elsewhere.  It is something that certainly belongs on the phantom site.

It's weird.  I want to put it out there but I don't really care if it ever gets read.  That will not be up to me, but prehumanity's reach, cleverness, if I put it on the phantom site.  Maybe that is most appropriate.

I just wish I knew if it all seems so insane that it doesn't matter if I go over the edge or not.

I don't know.  I began the phantom site because it was personal stuff I wanted to put down in words.  I provide a link because it wouldn't seem right to leave it completely suspended.  

But, this stuff is different.  It may or may not make a lot of sense to most anyone, which has always been the problem.  If one goes into it with a bias that completely overcomes an open mind (is that the definition of stupour?), then it will mean nothing.  I thought there would be some that would be able to penetrate the stupour. I am really beginning to question whether that is so.

Which brings me back around to LP or the phantom site that can only be reached from LP.  Why would anyone read LP assiduously if they did not understand?  In either case, does it matter if I go off the rails in front of all?  If it is too much for anyone, then it doesn't matter.  If some penetrate the veil, should I put them through a further wringer to gain as much insight as I can provide?

Which brings me to the next question.  When will anyone begin to think for themselves?  I was hoping penetrating the stupour would do it but am I just enabling a lazy approach?  Will the lazy, not-think-for-oneself approach remain until we become Human?  At that point, I can't believe my words will be necessary at all,.  Certainly the Human race will begin to think for itself.

    Though I haven't even reread it yet, I think First Impressions on ASP is getting close to THE root cause.  It is our sentient state.  I think I avoided thinking of it in that way because it seems to lay blame on our sentience, which is what we have been doing for the last few millennia.  It is more like the combination of our at-the-time feeble sentience of a race that had an unrivaled awareness and the initial conditions with which it was presented. (think coitus)  I'll get into it a lot more on First Impressions before I am through.

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History versus Human Instinct

 History versus Human Instinct

How in the world do I teach the Human race that it can actually become Human??!?!!?

Santayana was wrong when he thought we could learn anything from our past except what a mess we have been.

History increasingly confirms the dawning, irrational realization, caused by looking in the rearview mirror, that we are no more than a mad animal.  It does not, on its own, identify how Humanity removes itself from the madhouse of the animal.  There are lots of hints.

Human instinct is where we must look to get beyond the antics of an animal.  Human instinct is a desire for clarity rather than confusion, delusion, and deceit.  We ache for clarity as long as we remain anything resembling a Human.  Our Human instinct is to regain our balance at the next phase of existence far beyond the animal.  Our heightened awareness, including heightened self-awareness provides Humanity with the potential to attain clarity at a level far beyond the animal.  That potential provides us with the tools to break through the barrier that that limits all animals.  I often call that limit the stupour.

We have yet to comprehend the flaw in an animal's existence that obscures a Human existence and obstructs our desire for clarity.  We have yet to take a clear, uncompromising look at the human race itself to comprehend how to become Human.  Our dystopia and stupour are relics of the animal that we can circumvent.

We have yet to succeed at being Human.  We remain an awful animal gnashing its teeth as it acts out what it thinks it means to be Human.  Our behaviour remains just an act that can be punctured with the slightest effort of the animal.  We put on a pitiful act in order to appear Human without the slightest understanding of the underpinnings that are necessary to make it real.

History tells us we are nothing more than a demented animal and it becomes ever more convincing as we repeat the same mistakes, over and over again.  There is nothing to be learned from history, except that we remain less than Human.

Human instinct tells us we are something more but we have never been able to pin it down.  We have always, until now, avoided a penetrating look at what is wrong with humanity.  

What can make our future different from the past of an animal acting out the part of being Human while remaining an animal?

The pompous prophets have never done more than project the animal's antics into the future.  It is nothing more than an extrapolation of the past.

The history books, the news of current events, fairy tales, and prophets have never done more than convince us that we are a demented animal and must always remain so.  I looked at it all a bit differently.

Humanity's heightened awareness without clarity is sentience without sense.  It is the Human instinct blunted to the stupour of an animal.

We need A Sentient Perspective.

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