The protection racket

     It all just amazes me as I delve further into our lunacy.

    I'm sure there will be those that will protest but, it seems to me that the whole purpose of marriage (maybe not initially three millennia ago but maybe so, as well) is for a woman to protect themselves against being batted around by any man a woman may meet.  It certainly is true today in, at least, some instances.

    It's the original protection racket.  Which is just hilarious.

    Of course, that is only the beginning of the protection racket against women.  In some ways, it is just another term for misogyny.  Now, do you see why I say the whole of the male gender is in on it?

    And, of course, it makes my lady of rage and love that much more remarkable.  No, I'm not about to explain that.

Do you see how it all ties in for millennia?  I'm not explaining much here but that's the point.  It is beginning to be up to you.

The Act

Men have been trying to figure out how to act like a human without being able to succeed at the one act that makes them human.

Due to that failure to realize that of which a human is capable, men's antics have remained an act.    Male humans have been trying to act like a man, a sentient human, for three thousand years, even though the most important act of being a human has been missing.  

We shied away from confronting an essential element of our sentient state. 

The male gender must succeed on its own, unassisted, at loving in its most essential form before we become human.  It is not difficult.  It is just the missing part of being a human, sentient being with highly developed awareness.  That's what Details is all about.  Only the animal's instincts bamboozled us.

Our sentient state makes it clear what is missing and, by avoiding it, we abdicated our sentience, along with a stable emotional state, for fear that we can't achieve a true human state.  It has been a disaster.

"The story"

 The story

We've been looking for our story from the start

The way in which we open up the heart

The will and wit to put the beast away

The sense of sentience that won't betray

The wholesomeness that just won't go astray

The human in its glory

None, the stories told, that can transcend

Just happy ever after that won't bend

Those open-ended tales that never end

No, looking to the past won't open heart

There's nothing there, no wisdom to impart

To tell the loving story

"Modes"

 Modes

Fast track change of human modes

Seems my way, like switching roads

For longest time, there was no change

As all of life remained estranged

Then, the switch, as pressure burst the bubble

And I began to seek amongst the rubble

For traces of the love and human traits

Concealed beneath the antics seen as fates

Amongst the depth of thought that motivates

Within the self, the core that dominates

I finally found the answer that awaits

Now, I find it's time to switch again

To settle in to life without the bane

To move on to the way that's not insane

That's not involved with misery and rain

I've delved into the beast that dominates

Now it's time for heart that celebrates

The loving that a human can achieve

With heart unmoved by monsters that deceive