The only thing of which I am certain is that we will work better without the stupour and dystopia. Dystopia is unnecessary. Stupour is the dumbing down of a sentient race. The rest is guesswork. This is for advanced students of our humanity. I would love some feedback and insights from those seriously seeking their Humanity. I will not work on these post nearly as arduously as I have with the posts on ASP. In fact, once again, I think I'm about done but you know how that has gone.
I just have this ache to vent.
I had to laugh as I read some righteous idiot make some profound statement (in less than 288 characters) about confronting uncomfortable truths.
The human race hasn't done anything but hide from reality and clarity (in other words, the truth) in all of its time on Earth. We have not confronted the only truth that counts. No one is, as yet, comfortable with the truth.
That's it.
The comfort of stupour
I am not really sure how to start with this. I guess a good place to start is that there is a difference between stupour and stupid. For the totally uninitiated, it might be worthwhile to add that no one is stupid but the whole of the human race is stupoured. I hope you can accept that statement, but I doubt it, if you are still completely uninitiated in what it means to be Human. (as well as why I capitalize Humanity sometimes)
Maybe this ties to the post I wrote on why I was wrong. That may be the next best step.
No, maybe not. Maybe it is best to get into clarity and history. That's it! That's why I wanted to mention what I was wrong about. I think I'll skip the backstory, though it is amusing, and only say that because I am seeking clarity is why I was wrong.
That leads into a little personal history. I had all but convinced myself that I could never free myself completely from the paradigms of nonsense that were driven into me at an early age. Now, I know it is possible and, yes, it would be nice to gain full clarity during this lifetime.
That's okay, though. While I still don't expect it to happen, I can get clear enough. It's actually for someone else's sake that I really hope I gain full clarity in this life. Let me try to explain.
Everything I have written for the last fifteen years, while intended for the public all along, was written with only one in mind. It was necessary. It was the only way for me to push through so many paradigms of nonsense. I needed the focused, the heartfelt desire to end the stupour. Humanity, as a whole, was too amorphous, too ambiguous, too vague. Too damned ugly.
I even realize, now, how those worst paradigms of nonsense were drilled so deep into me. It was a form of shock therapy that is applied to all children in their youth to some extent. The monkey's antics are rather shocking to a sentient mind. Some are shocked to a greater extent than others. My parents were very skillful at it. Scream and yell, while demonstrating some aberrant behaviour to be assimilated.
Well, all I can say is it didn't work. I can't say why it didn't work with any certainty. It just didn't. It took me awhile to put the pieces together maybe because I never accepted anything at face value completely. I certainly never trusted my parents or family members to any extent. Their demented state was just too obvious. Even with their shock therapy.
It's more like each instance of shock therapy stuck in my mind but only on the surface, as a curiosity that must be studied. Almost as if something inside of me was immediately on guard - as early as five years old.
I think I started to seriously penetrate the stupour by realizing that they were both alcoholics, even though society would never have labeled them as such. From there, it has taken on the order of forty years to penetrate all of their bullshit.
As I realize just how horribly mixed up and messed up they were, I become more Human and my clarity increases.
Anyways, I think it is time to start writing posts in a different manner by addressing the public first. I have finally gotten far enough to do that. I think I have explained it well enough for the one to which I addressed everything to date, including this. Be careful with the dates displayed on the sites. They mean nothing.
I made a mistake. Since I am asking for comments, it belongs on LP, since I disabled comments on ASP.
This is just a placeholder for now. I'd love to see someone else take a crack at it. I'd just like to know if anyone can connect those two dots accurately.
July 2022 is dedicated to a set of posts that I had on ASP with which I wasn't quite satisfied. Rejects from ASP would be another way to put it.
Paradigms and Paradigm-breakers
I thought it might be a good idea to explain what I mean by paradigms and paradigm-breakers through a few examples. Some people may not be as willing as I am to pick up a dictionary.
Can openers may be my favorite example. The world became so used to the old style can opener that leaves you with the top of a can that is sharp and cannot be used to re-close the can that no one thought twice about improving it, even though it's a pretty crude implementation. This went on for as long as cans had been around. 100 years? 200?
So, then, someone came along and looked at things differently. They saw that the edge along the top could be cut in such a way that the can top no longer had sharp edges and could still be used to close the can. I hope you are familiar with both styles of can openers or you may not get the point. I expect young folks may not. But, then again, I don't think young folks will have nearly the amount of trouble with the paradigms I have been breaking, left and right, as old people.
But, let's try velcro. People, since the beginning of people, have cursed burrs in the woods. They get stuck on clothes and pretty much everywhere. That's all anyone thought of them for millennia. Someone came along and looked at them differently. They saw what a great method they would make for simplifying closures like zippers, buttons, and shoestrings. Velcro was created.
Velcro, as a new paradigm, is very similar to Loving Coitus. Burrs alone were not enough. Plastics were required, so it was not possible to even create velcro until the last century. For Loving Coitus, three millennia of insights regarding the body, as well as insights regarding the stupour, animal instincts and a lot more were required.
Paradigms are old ways of thinking about something that are accepted until someone suggests a new, better way of thinking about it. In many cases, like these two and Loving Coitus, the breakthrough is obvious, once it is accepted. After the fact, everyone begins saying, "Of course."
The only difference between most sets of paradigms and the fortress that hides the 'secret' that Loving Coitus is a necessary aspect of a sentient existence is that it has been built up over three millennia with the express purpose of hiding from the truth. Saving face.
There is three millennia of effort to be credited [think "free love" and the Flower Power generation as my favorite example; Ralph Waldo Emerson is another; and pretty much anyone with quotes in Aphorisms or Maggie's Farm.
All of these folks are paradigm-breakers to some extent. Maybe I'm unusual (wisecracks welcome), but my jaw hit the floor with both of these examples of witless paradigms (velcro and can openers) being broken, when I first encountered them. There were a lot more. One that I never put in Aphorisms because I don't know who to quote but I like alot is, "99.999% of the people want to do a good job. If they cannot, the process is broken." Talk about understatement.
I have spent my lifetime breaking paradigms. Some saved my life. One can save prehumanity from itself.
A few times I've been told, "well, that changes everything". Of course, it didn't. It only changed everything in some small aspect of some business.
This changes everything. No understatement.
The paradigms of nonsense are those concepts you believe but cannot justify, which means just about everything you believe. We have been living a fiction based on our insistence on never admitting that coitus could be a lot better. Among the worst are those that were handed down generation to generation and absorbed in your childhood before you had a clue about anything.
This will need a lot more work, I think. It's all almost getting to the point of fun, though. The obstructions have all been plowed aside and I can see with some level of clarity and concentrate on what it all means.
The dammed river
I've been pondering the stupour, once again. For some reason, my own blockage, as I struggled through it over the last fifteen years, and particularly the first five or so of those years, came to mind.
For five years, while I delved into the fact that coitus is not suitable to Humans in its current state of mindless rutting, my fiercest struggle was all about facing up to the state of coitus as a man, as well as the stress that has been built into the avoidance of contemplating coitus.
One struggle was to own up to the fact that, as a man, I was failing at the most significant, and yet unstated (consciously unacceptable) obligation of expressing my love to a woman in the most intimate way possible. It was such a mind-distorter because of all of the lies men have handed down to their gender and reinforced over the millennia in order to obscure their inability to do anything about it (yet!). [I originally used a more colloquial term (read that as offensive, crude, and more comfortable) than 'mind-distorter']
In many ways, it is man's betrayal of the whole of the female gender, thus betraying their Humanity.
The staggering realization, even now, stuns me. Most of all, men have been distracting themselves from the 'secret that everyone knows' for all of our existence.
I realized this as I pondered the simple, lovely, amazing emotional maturity of woman. I think this is going to require another post about how we have gotten it all Backwards. It is why misogyny exists. The male domination of the female gender is essential to the Big Lie. The domination is the result of the secret that no one is allowed to mention. It is how the secret that is no secret remains repressed. As the truth is twisted, many women are twisted with it. Thus, I think there are few that would agree with me about feminine emotional maturity. This, also, of course, makes it difficult to peer through with clarity.
As I look back on it, my struggle was to admit what few men (if any) have ever faced successfully. It went on for at least five years. In some ways, it went on for the whole fifteen years.
Somewhere along the line, after that initial five years, I realized that the struggle was against all of the paradigms that prehumanity has adopted over the millennia to avoid the subject of coitus and any topics that come anywhere near it; all of the nonsense that men have thrown around for all that time is meant to distract themselves and everyone else from the personal failure.
That relieved the pressure I felt to some extent. It took me the last ten years to realize just how thorough that conditioning on men has been. It twisted every word I attempted to write. Unfortunately, for me, the way in which I penetrated the stupour had its own effects, which still makes it difficult to write clearly. A big part of that, of course, is the complicated situation that we have created. It is still difficult to write about something that no one wants to admit and with whom there is no one to engage in conversation on the subject.
These are the reasons that this has been so difficult to explain clearly and took me fifteen years (don't forget the previous forty years) to do so. It is so foreign from anything we have been allowed to think for close to three millennia. Somehow, men got it in their heads that admitting that coitus leaves something to be desired by all is a betrayal of themselves (and/or their gender). That, of course, led to the disaster of betraying the human, sentient race as a whole. This explains the armed camps of the two genders, always at war with one another. This explains the "good ol' boy's club" better than anything before. It is circling the wagons. It is building a fortress around the utter male failure to become Human. How insane is that?
To be completely clear, we must harken back to the time before we had as much wit as we have today. Our long-dead ancestors really didn't have the wit to face the issue, much less resolve it. So, the building of that fortress was all but inevitable. The difficulty Humanity faces is disassembling that wall of resistance to becoming a sentient race that accepts its heightened awareness at a time when the resolution of unassisted Loving Coitus has finally been comprehended and made available. I don't know that it would have been possible before success was assured.
We just can't think straight (as prehumans) regarding anything about sex until we accept that we can express our love in its most natural manner. That is one of the reasons I have been pulling my hair out for all of those decades. I knew my own pre-settings/pre-conditioning when it came to sex that made it nearly impossible to face up to the truth. I also knew there were other distorted viewpoints with which I was unfamiliar. I had to seek bombardment by those other viewpoints in order to understand the many forms in which the resistance to change was encased.
I realized long, long ago that I had to bypass the surface issues, as well. I get into the surface issue elsewhere.
The most difficult, of course, is still to comprehend the female perceptions regarding coitus. My experiences dismayed me. I am certain women are just as mystified as I was. I was just writing a rhoem regarding one aspect of it that finally sunk in. It suddenly struck me that so many women feel 'dirtied', 'sinful', 'lessened' by the achievement of orgasm (or, maybe, it's just the enjoyment of the act of sex? or, maybe, it's to justify the abuse (mental probably, as well as physical) that they have endured at the hands of men). It is just as bent as any male perspective regarding coitus and, yet, that took me fifteen years to finally perceive clearly, even though it was apparent the whole time.
I am still not completely sure I understand the female perspective on it all. Mystified seems to describe it best but that is just my best guess.
All of the preconditioning is there for both genders. It reinforces the distractions, make certain we never go anywhere near exploring the state of coitus. It never even comes to mind. So, of course, any discussions on sex have been impeded for most of the last three millennia. Then, of late, as the tide of sexual discussions could no longer be stopped, the discussions became hacked to pieces, of course.
We are going more and more mad as a race as the realization comes closer to home. We are becoming more like an animal as the failure is becoming aware to our consciousness without admitting the problem and, finally, succeeding.
I'm not even sure if those that seek some other way to achieve mutual ecstasy even realize (or admit) they are protesting against the failure of coitus to do so.
The power of the desire to look away from the state of coitus is something else. My struggle, those first five years, as I look back on them, were incredible. It was as if there were some dark, dreaded fear lurking in the back of my mind (due to conditioning from birth; the earliest conditioning bypassed all critical thinking), waiting to bite me as I delved into the source of our insanity. [makes me think of fairy tales, religions (as opposed to spirituality), and news, once again]
My rage could strike the moon as I think about it. I think I'm past the rage, though. Now, it is more a matter of utter frustration. I just hope I have written these posts well enough to penetrate the stupour of the animal without the necessity of such a close approach by anyone else that delves into the insanity. I had no choice but to wonder about my own sanity and live a life in which overcoming the insanity meant being so very alone.
As I write all of this, I am, once again, staggered by the awful complexity of the problem that we have never before faced. Every time, as I write, so many other insights fire off in different directions regarding the maze of nonsense we have developed and the awful aftereffects. That, also, makes it difficult to describe.
Just today I realized, once again, that it seems certain (okay, 95% chance) that it will take another lifetime and it is finally easier to take than my previous admissions of such because I have been at this for three thousand years. What's one more lifetime? Other than a lot of pain for a lot of people.
That, as well as all of our concentration that focuses on the superficial issues that can never go away until the root cause of the nonsense is gone also helps me feel more confident about my insights regarding the 90% of the mind I posted elsewhere. The blur we have endured for three millennia is immense it its complexity. It will free up the mind, as well as educate the heart, once we clear the detritus.
No one goes near the real issue. They get themselves caught up in the nonsense of superficial issues that is generated at such a far remove from the actual issue that they convince themselves that they are taking a stand, while all they are really doing is avoiding the dark dread that everyone knows is there as the human race goes on dodging reality and boiling in hate, confusion, delusion, deception, doubt, and contempt for itself.
There is the one mystery I will never entirely resolve (or, at least admit entirely. I cannot convince myself of something so ephemeral as reincarnation). How in the world did I know that all of the superficial nonsense we spend all of our time on meant nothing? while everyone else jumps on the bandwagon without any hesitation? I never, ever engaged it (until just lately, in frustration and, maybe, boredom). There is only one experience in my early youth that comes close to explaining it and it points to reincarnation. I will always lean on that but I can't consider it an answer to the particular mystery of afterdeath. It will remain only a supposition. At least in this life.
It is all so confusing and complicated, except for the simple fact to which it leads. Loving Coitus must exist for humanity to gain its sanity. Only at the heart of it all is an answer.
as women do without effort
The two genders are like two alien races, each speaking in a different language that the other cannot understand. Because we are not Human yet. The basic thought processes of the two genders are so foreign to the other gender that they cannot communicate. Their perspectives are just that different. The reason that is so is obvious.
Women never disappoint men, when it comes to fulfilling the coital obligation of satisfying their mate. Men almost invariably disappoint.
Women know how to love and think nothing of it. Men have never learned how to love and always feel guilty. (see misogyny and guilt trips)
As I have said for a long time, men take and women give. Even though women seldom receive love from men, and may never receive love (yet; on the scale that is meant to be for a sentient race), they always give love. A critical point to keep in mind is that women are beginning to catch on but, of course, not in the right way. Some women (bless you, dear) are fed up. What else could be expected when men have never owned up to the problem? There is nothing that the female gender can do about a problem that is not theirs.
Do you see? Women see everything through a lens in which love is just obvious and takes no effort on their part. They cannot grasp why men have such difficulty with it. They take on the burden of their humanity, while the male gender continues to run around like a mad animal. That is why the female gender has tried to teach love to men for millennia (as if they were Pavlov's Dog, think guilt trips). There is no way for the male gender to grasp what it means to love until they can express it wholly. It just doesn't work. The heart becomes uneducated in men, not the other way round. The heart cannot be educated with any number of words. It begins with the physical act of love.
Men do not yet peer through the lens of love. It is shattered at puberty. Thereby, they never connect the dots that are available to any sentient being. Most end up running around wondering what happened. Men become utterly blinded to the full panoply of love, that all of Humanity is due as a sentient being, through a painful three millennia process of circumstance and disillusionment building upon itself to make it nearly impossible to penetrate.
The genders are speaking in two different languages. One gender comes from a fulfilled stance of love. The other remains a mad animal from frustration and unintentional selfishness. It is the ultimate psych op. It is time they speak the same language of love.
It is up to the male gender to rid itself of its bane. The act of loving, for a male, is just a Human learning process like walking, talking, riding a bike and just as easy, once accepted as possible.
Until they do so, they can never consider themselves men. They remain howling, demented animals. We must rid ourselves of the stupour caused by our inability to face up to the situation as it is and, finally, remedy it.
It explains so much. It explains women's belief that grew over the ages that they could educate the men to learn how to love, never realizing that love, emotional maturity, and rational thought is a natural state of mind for an undisturbed Human. It is not a matter of training. It explains why the utter failure of coitus to express the most intimate form of love for most men is never discussed.
I will add that the training that women provided probably kept us from going over the edge completely. But, more is required.
Split personality
This harks back to something I was trying to explain in Millennium.
This is that which makes explaining this all so difficult. There are, essentially, two audiences and each speaks their own language, has their own interpretation of existence. Men and women. The split personality of prehumanity.
From there, the human race splintered into further realms of confusion.
All of the further splintering is a matter of taking sides in all of the foolishness making clarity that much more difficult as the real issue remains unaddressed, unacknowledged.
Both genders run and hide from the issue that counts, the secret that everyone knows. Women do so because they know if it is mentioned, the male gender goes berserk. Men do so, any longer, only because they remain bewildered by the bewilderment of their elders.
The feeble attempts to act like the efforts of addressing the surface issues improves the situation is a farce. It just distract from the single issue that really matters. The prehuman race might as well be howling at the moon.
The lack of unassisted Loving Coitus is what split the personality of humanity. Its continuation through three millennia shattered the personality into incalculable confusion.
Cross-purposes
I thought of another way to explain these cross-purposes. Many men often seem to close up as a relationship matures, sometimes within days or days of making it seem permanent (i.e. marriage). Especially the first relationship, as it begins to dawn on them that they are not performing as all expectations have led them to believe was possible. It is as if the brain is short-circuiting on them. Instead of becoming more involved in the relationship, they begin to seem to draw away.
Do you see the cross-purposes? The woman thinks the man is drawing away from her, when they are really only drawing into themselves as they try to cope with the awful feeling that they have failed and bewilderment that they had it all wrong. The man is so caught up in their own bizarre secret that they have been conditioned not to reveal (??? even though everyone knows the secret?!??! SMH) that the woman's travails hardly even register. Seldom, if ever, does either open up about what is really wrong. It becomes accepted as, "just the way it is". Cross-purposes. Neither can understand where the other is coming from.
Me or you?
I am certain that title is not what it seems to you. That is kinda the point.
I have been so frustrated for so long, not knowing whether the inability to spread the comprehension of the Human dilemma has been due to me or you.
It's kinda both, I guess. Can anyone get interested enough to overcome their aversion to anything longer than 300 characters? Okay, there are some. But, they remain silent. Is that a sign of repulsion or acceptance?
All of early life's lessons start raising alarms regarding the 'curse of sex'. I recognize it well. I was under its thrall for the longest time. All of the previous times I have said I am done writing, I can't say that I felt I had penetrated the stupour entirely. I just felt I had written enough for anyone that had the slightest freedom from the stupour to see where it was leading. I'm still not sure it did even that.
This time, I do think I have penetrated the stupour entirely for myself as well as made it entirely available to you in the words I have written.
It seems rhoetry will be cut off for me, also. Sigh.
Once again, I find I am wrong. I am addicted to thinking and, thereby, addicted to writing. Rhoems are off the table, though, until the direction of the wind changes. Of that, I am certain. It hurts way too much to write rhoetry any more in this lifetime. I wish I felt different but the twins have come home to roost. For good reasons. I can shake them off when it comes to the stupour, though it gets more difficult by the day. I will be doing all of my writing on the phantom site. I don't trust myself to write anywhere else. There is a link available. It is just rather cleverly hidden. The point is, just like LP, it will take someone seriously interested to find it. In the case of the phantom site, one would have to actually think or be incredibly persistent in order to find the link. It seems easier to think.
I am becoming so frustrated that I will be residing on the phantom site from now on, except for minor tweaks. I've said enough for people that don't care to listen and move on to our Humanity.
There is the brute solution and there is the Human solution.
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.