The final veil

 The final veil

It is so much easier just to rant about all of the wrongs that humanity enacts rather than spend the amount of time necessary wondering why humanity enacts so many wrongs.  I tend to go there myself often enough.  Journalism and social media are filled with the rants about how bad things are, which only reinforces the belief that we are no more than a demented animal.  That there is nothing to be done about it.  

No one pauses for a moment to ask the crucial question.  What is wrong with humanity?  They just highlight the madness and foam at the mouth.  They may go so far as to nitpick the surface issues that will never change anything of importance.

The ranting has been on repeat for millennia with no end in sight because no one has been reading between the lines.  Everyone is so proud that they can detect that things are a mess.  How stupoured is that???  The mess is always right in your face.  You wait until it explodes into utter madness to react at all.

    Ahhh, that's a little better.  Damn, I can't wait for the human race to awake from its nightmare and see that it does not need to remain a nightmare.

Farce

   The more I think about it, the more ludicrous it gets.  We have avoided, with prejudice, becoming Human.  All because some dumb-asses, three millennia ago, couldn't figure out how to do the one thing that could free their humanity.  Instead, in their bewilderment, they began a campaign of cover-up instead of facing up.  

    That started it all.  All of the delusions and violent distractions stem from one realization.  It is the one true conspiracy theory since the beginning of our existence.  The rest is just fluff; further coverup, further distractions in the form of antics of the animal.  The animal, in its confusion, gets itself all worked up as the answers remain remote, and, bang!, the race goes on a campaign of destruction, once again.

    The human race has conspired against itself to remain an animal.  All of the rest of the conspiracies of mental midgets are mice dropping.

Men decided saving face was more important than facing a sentient reality.  Under the earliest conditions, they may have been right.  The conditions have changed radically over three millennia ... if we let it.  In the end, they were so wrong.

In other words, we were not equipped for our sentience when it hit us right between the eyes.  We have yet to recover and attain our sentient state and fulfill the sentient desire for clarity because of the ludicrous coverup that the animal enacted in it stupour.

If it wasn't so incredibly stupid and destructive to our existence, I would have to laugh.

I'd write some more but I would start cursing up a storm.  I know how humanity operates.  It will take forever for this to sink in.  I'm becoming impatient for at least a sign that some of this is seeping through the least thick heads, that humanity doesn't have to live a lie.  

I could go all big noise about it but that wouldn't help.  It is the difference between conscious evolution and witless revolution.  I hate it but it will take some time to sink in.  If I raised a brouhaha, it would just cause further outbreaks of the insanity that has gripped us for three millennia.  The misinterpretations by the most mindless would be rampant.  No, slow and easy, while I chomp at the bit and tear out my hair is the only way we move forward.  

In some ways, it is about a herd of animals huddling together for fear of their own sentience, for fear of facing the truth, for fear of the inevitable blast of incoherency from the last dregs of the animal.  Never accept anything until someone it is blessed by a big mouth. 

    Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!  Once that is done, we can be Human.

I have to laugh.  I even tested these insights on a site that thought itself savvy.  An exclusive club for those that can, supposedly, think.  Silly me.  I thought maybe they could think clearly.  I found that, if one can't broaden one's focus to study many issues, one isn't welcome on the site.  I had to laugh.  There's only one issue.  All of the superficial issues that we have spent (wasted) our time contemplating are nothing but window dressing, distractions to assure we never look at the real problem that men have always feared they could never overcome. They were wrong in so many ways.  

I know I made some of them think quite a bit.  I just doubt it was enough to penetrate their stupour.  Prehumans are not willing to step out on their own and confront, well, anything.  Prehumanity relies on the herd.

This is the most ironic farce to top them all.  The male gender fears revealing the secret that has never been a secret.  It is the secret that men keep only from themselves.  Everyone knows it.  If there is any hint that the 'secret' is threatened in some indirect way (think alternative sexual orientations, think female liberation, think gay especially), the male gender goes mad in order to distract from the secret that is no secret at all.  ??!?!?!!  As it slowly becomes more and more apparent, the worst of the male gender becomes more and more deranged.  Do you get how mad that is??!?!

Prehumanity's problems branch off from the single realization that threw it off-balance three millennia ago.  

I'm fairly certain I'm the only one thinking here.  We are on the threshold of the dream.

Two nice things about all of this.  I know, for certain, that given the chance, if another lifetime is in the cards,  I will crush the stupour like a bug.  I have its number now.  I also know that the barriers to realization have been falling  for millennia, like dominoes.  The trick in the next life will be to get started early enough.

changepoint

   There are three characteristics to the poems I write.  They always rhyme, attempt rhythm, and often contain a changepoint.  That is why I created the terms rhoem and rhoetry.  

If the poem starts out gloomy, a changepoint is required.

"The Travelers" typifies it best.

It can be hard to detect but, the changepoint in "The Travelers" is rather obvious.  "But, what was that they saw ahead"  Funny, of all of the poems I have written, this is a rhoem that I reread regularly and find nothing to change.

    Anyways, I'm looking for that changepoint in life, now.  It will be a sharp demarcation.  

In every way, I looked at life to detect what was wrong.  But, unlike the opposite gender that cannot even hope for change, since it is not in their hands, the male gender can.  Somewhere deep within, I knew that the fault was with my own gender.

I spent about twenty years studying all of the usual excuses and explanations of the madness of humanity and never said a word because, after lengthy review, none of it added up.  I wrote at least a book's worth on the usual suspects but there was no point in discussing it because it didn't change a thing.  It was all just words used as a coverup.  Maybe I had to clear the deck before I could see what was really going on.

It is such a complicated situation that it still takes my breath away.  A race becomes sentient and must, emotionally and intellectually, confront a problem that has wasted and confounded more than 100 generations.  

Simultaneously, we are asked to confront a seeming flaw in one gender, while living with the flaw.  It completely dumbfounded everyone for so long.  The last time anyone pulled it out of the Box to take a look was about three millennia ago.   The only way it will ever be possible to change is by confronting it intellectually.  Even that is scary because it does not prove the pudding.

No, the first step was to look back on a life of wastage in order to see the wreckage that the lack causes.  It could only be done by one that would accept no lesser measure of Humanity than success in everything.  How I maintained my confidence and self-respect is beyond me.  I guess it came down to accepting that there is something wrong and not participating in the lie (even though it dogged my every step).  Even though it mystified me as it has one hundred generations, it never dumbfounded me.

In this case, the changepoint is when a determined heart takes the next step while they are still young enough to count.  A young man needs to be able to look at what I have laid out (especially in Explanations) intellectually and have the determination to succeed.  Every man has everything he needs to succeed, except the determination, which is slowly whittled away after puberty (one could say since birth if one includes the initial conditioning to never even try).  Nature doesn't create blind alleys.  But, it will surely let a stupoured race come to its end, if it can't figure its way out.

  It will spread from that a few young men.  That is the changepoint.  From there, it will become increasingly easy to succeed until it becomes second nature.

It is so exciting, now, to reread the rhoems and see just how accurate they are.  I can't call them predictions, really.  It really is just a matter of insightfulness, clarity, seeing what is really going on.  Not the future, but the past and that which sets us free.

The journey

I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I started this journey in earnest fifteen years ago.

All I knew was that men were a mess and their learning to make love was essential.  I had no idea how far it would lead.

I do now.

The Missing Nail was all I knew.  Fusion, the Grand Narrative result, clarity, all of it was only realized because I couldn't help but continue to explore in the absence of any concurrence from the herd.  Don't get me wrong.  I do not suggest that a dialogue with a fellow enthusiast would have detracted from the journey.  It would have been helpful in the extreme.  Still would.

Now, I am on the last leg of my journey, other than living a life of fulfillment.  I am certain of that.  The life of fulfillment will have to wait.

More so, I do not believe I am the one that will make it clear to the masses.  I can only hope that someone has the sense to penetrate the veil through understanding of my efforts to clarify, thus taking it to the next level of understanding.

I do not believe I have any longer what it will take to put in the effort to not only put the pieces of the puzzle in place but extend the effort to describe it as a whole in a manner that any stupoured prehuman beast can understand.

All I have done is make it available to anyone willing to take the effort to read through a lot of complex explanations.  That is not enough.

It's going to take a level of understanding that may well be beyond my waning powers to distill the information into a concise form.

Books

     As I was reviewing my books to decide which ones to recommend on ASP, while considering whether to write another, it finally struck me.

    I have written fifteen books! attempting to penetrate the stupour!  For my own purposes, it was more than that.  For me, it was learning to understand thoroughly.  I now understand thoroughly.

    I think fifteen books and an untold number of posts to explain the situation to a race held in the thrall of stupour, while the rest of humanity goes down the rabbit hole once again, is enough.

    I would love to write another book but it would have to be on what it means to be Human.  I don't see how I do that on my own.  The title of the book is already selected.  It would be Fusion.  That is, in essence, what being Human will be about.  

    In some ways, it would be the reverse of what I had to do to date.  In order to understand the stupour, I had to gather up all of the quirks of the prehuman state to connect them together to comprehend what went wrong.

    In the case of what it will mean to be Human, it would be expanding the single point of Fusion into its various offshoots (e.g. couple, family, culture, human race, etc) and the implications.

    I just don't see the point.  There is so much more to it that I will never experience and I have projected enough of myself into life in order to comprehend what no one has realized before.  That humanity can be so much more than anyone ever imagined.  It's all there.  It's all wrapped up in the concept of Fusion.  I've done a fine job of explaining that already in the preface in the post above on Fusion.  It is that simple.  A Human race that can work together.  It starts with the individual couples actually loving to an extent never before imagined due to Loving Coitus.

    Anyways, I think I'm giving up on expressing anything further.  Once we turn the corner, if we don't blow ourselves into atomic particles first, there will be millions of books written to explain it all by those that are far more prepared to discuss the topic.  Those that know Fusion from the inside out.

Sentience defined

     Wow!  After all this time, I am beginning to develop a working definition of sentience.  It's all in my mind.  It's just a matter of putting it in words.  As usual, the dots connect but the words remain sketchy.  I will not publish it in any form until I get it right.

    It explains everything.  It explains why sex and coitus, in particular, are so upsetting.  It explains the upheaval we endure, of course, due to coitus.

    Anyways, for any frequenters to this site, I thought I would just point it out...