It isn't about being perfect. It's about being Human.
Humanity remains a dilettante at sentience, a poser. We're on the threshold of something more, something Human.
Anyone that picks a side, joins a herd, is not Human.
When one cannot love oneself, one cannot love.
Love is not obsession.
It is about the sanity of the race, not the individual.
One indication that we have attained our Humanity will be when no one desires to lead or be led.
It's about clarity, not intelligence. Intelligence alone, desperately seeking to obscure clarity, drives humanity mad.
Prehumanity's herds are made of pragmatists and dreamers. Both are lying to themselves. Humanity will be made of pragmatic dreamers seeking clarity.
What do you think these man-children are attempting to destroy? Why are they so easily offended by acknowledgement of their offensive acts?
Rutting coitus trains men to become selfish, lie, seek conquest, and remain animals. Loving coitus teaches men to be Human.
Freud was right. It's all about sex ... until it isn't. It's all about sex until we become Human. Then, sex is just a wonderful accompaniment to a sentient existence.
The human race has overcome everything but its own insanity. There is no greater puzzle and I solved it.
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