While animals know how to care to some extent, Humanity has the potential for advanced forms of caring (that we have labeled Love) as well as noble characteristics, such as dignity, integrity, honour, etc far beyond the wit of an animal.
If only we could get there. (and we can)
I was listening to music and Free Form came on.
"The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime"
Is that it? Is that the fundamental point that makes people (of both genders) resist any change in context to their existence as they age? Do they convince themselves that the madness surrounding them is as it should be? Do they not want to admit that they missed out? Do they look back on the madness they have endured with fondness? Do they become so convinced of the misery and pain that they cannot entertain anything new? Does the shock of having to endure the mess of their lives make it impossible for them to accept that later generations could do better? Does the thought disturb them? If that is the case, all I can say is that it is pitiful.
Can they just not face up to the reality that their lives have been less than they should be? Do they desire to bequeath the same to future generations? Out of spite?
As they immerse themselves in the mid-life crisis (that is becoming a quarter-life crisis) of realizing all is not as it should be, is it impossible for them to face the truth? Is there self-respect so severly damaged that they cannot face the truth? Aaarrrggghhh!!!
Did I just keep my mind open to new inputs far longer than anyone else? By ignoring the awfulness of prehumanity (if not rejecting it utterly), did I make it possible for me to tear the veil in order to see our Humanity hidden behind its curtain?
Does the mind harden just as the bones do? Just earlier? Does the assault of the monstrous suppositions of the animal just take root, never to be uprooted once they have taken hold? Are the questions that remained in my mind all my life that unusual?
Is it only the prepubescent that will be able to accept the change? It seems even they may have been too conditioned.
It has only been my job to make it evident that dystopia and delusion are not necessary and how to remove it from the equation.
Pavlov's Dog
For three millennia, we have tried to train Pavlov's Dog to act like a Human. We need to become Human. It is not a mental exercise. It is not an intellectual pursuit. It is a palpable change in the landscape of Humanity and all of life.
All of our issues; from the warlike stance that now threatens our very existence to domestic violence, InCel, misogyny, misanthropy, the battle of the sexes, and the negative reaction to any variance in sexual orientation; stem from the one instance in which we could not admit the truth. It becomes clear almost immediately, to a sentient race, that coitus, in its animal rendition, is not all it can be.
Always, always, always keep in mind that coitus can become an unassisted loving act. I explain it as best I have been able in Explanations. I am sure there is a lot more to be understood but Explanations is complete enough to make any man successful at loving. I'm sure more insights will follow, once men accept that they can all succeed.
What is the difference in the man
That learns to love with all he can
Not the stumbled stride of brute
But, loving whole, right to the root
He loves a woman as he can
But, grovels not, he is a man
No animal that merely begs
That is not written in the regs
Nor animal that growls and beats
To force the woman forth her treats
For Humans are another sort
They love for love and not for sport
What is the essence of a man
To hide from nothing, heed no ban
Clarity must be the call
For Human to avoid the fall
Face his demon, only one
Failure irks until it's done
Destroys the Human from within
Causing race to hear the din
The clamour of forsaken soul
Must realize it can be whole
And hear the clairing call
That clarity is all
We can't be human sans our pride
In our race and in our stride
In all we do must be respect
Back we go to missing speck
In all we do must be the pride
Back we go to missing stride
As long as men deceive themselves
The deeper in the lies he delves
Refuting all of reason's ways
As in the muck, his lack he lays
Taken in stride, it's simple to do
But, broken the stride of race to construe
That all becomes right with the men and their ways
As they learn of the love and its brightening rays
Rather than scoffing at that which they fear
That they're not up to that they hold dear
The misery caught behind every eye
Telling the story of life gone awry
No more to rely on a wing and a prayer
Now I reveal all the landscape, so bare
Confounding the sight for all there to see
Setting the soul and notions so free
I cannot question any longer
Landscape that can make us stronger
The clarity's required, my dear
The fog, it lifts, the view is clear
I cannot question any longer
As clarity becoming stronger
