Honesty and clarity are the sentient instincts. We seek clarity above all. When we are coerced into confusion and lies, our sentience falls apart. When we force the truth into the subconscious, never to be examined or confronted, we revert to the animal's dumbfounded state. This is what I have often referred to as the stupour.
There is a single admission that we have never considered. We remain lousy at coitus. Until we confront that sentient realization, we remain a demented animal.
John Lennon's song, Imagine, has always annoyed me.
It seems to be the way of a semi-sentient race, a race that continues to cloud its sentience with delusions. Either dream (and never think) about being truly human and sentient or surrender to the animal.
It took a lot more than just imagination to understand what is wrong with humanity or, more exactly, what is wrong with men. It's typical of the stupour, though, in which we exist. Either imagine some utopia or give in to the animal rage, brutality, and stupidity that maintains the dystopia. So far, that's been the best and worst we have been able to do.
So, let me get you to imagine something that describes a humanity that works.
Imagine that a woman can be certain that every man she meets still has his self-respect, honour, and dignity because he knows how to love. Imagine every man knowing how to love a woman the way she deserves. Imagine a couple that can love and, essentially, become one.
Let me also get you to imagine why humanity doesn't work, why it remains an insane race that has never been able to fulfill its sentient promise.
The animal does not have the capacity to love. The animal also does not have the wit to destroy itself and everything with which it comes in contact. The male gender of a semi-sentient race has both the capacity to love and the capability to destroy itself and everything with which it comes in contact. The female gender of a semi-sentient race came into being not only with the capacity to love but the innate ability to love. They have been trying to teach it to the male gender how to love for millennia. If only it were that simple. Something holds the male gender in thrall to the animal.
This is the difficult piece for a semi-sentient race to admit and accept. Why is it that, no matter how hard the female gender of a semi-sentient prehuman race tries to teach the male gender to love, the male gender cannot learn it? What is missing? Men certainly have the capacity. What is missing? What holds the male gender back from loving? It is certainly not the lack of desire to love, though almost any old man will refute it (at least to himself) after a lifetime of its absence from his heart.
Women know from the moment of their birth how to give. Men learn from puberty onward to take. It all starts in bed.
The capacity to love is inherent in the human race. Its downfall begins in the bed. Everything required to fulfill our sentient state begins with the fulfillment of loving in bed. Our emotions will stabilize, our thoughts will clarify, and we will become human, sentient, and loving.
Read the books. Quit dreaming. Or living a nightmare. Live our humanity, our sentient capacity to love.