"Fog of a lifetime"

 Fog of a lifetime

In early life I never felt the blows that swirled about

Confounding all the perpetrators, leaving them in rout

Oblivious to their barbs, I carried on

Infractions on my state would never dawn

As time progressed, I sensed a scar; that something was amiss

Still, the cruel and ruthlessness remained to me, abyss

I wandered far, unto the winds, before the mist would rise

Appalled, I found at heart if it, the witlessness and lies

Shedding the accoutrements, I ran upon the wind

Seeking for the source of all the clamoring and din

I still had far to go

A barren desert followed me as I pursued the ghost

Of all the pain and misery that fell about the host

Of angst, in mindless throe

I ripped its mask away from face

And set a true and deadly pace

To see and, then, to show

I'm not sure I have accomplished the latter

A million books

I sit here thinking about new aspects that I could explain at length but, as I said, I'm done writing books.  There's no point.  I've written more than enough.  And, yet, I will continue to point out tiny little aspects as they come about.

I've been wracking by brain to figure out which book is best to change someone's mind about life, humanity, and the human condition.

It's not like that, really.  All of the books contribute to the understanding.  The fact is that a single sentence should make it clear, if it weren't for all of the delusional paradigms we have built up over the millennia.

The most annoying thing is that the delusions we have followed for millennia are not easily clarified.  I'll give you an example.  The jealousy and possessiveness of men.  It gets complicated because one can always find some woman somewhere that has any of these attributes, just like so many others (like ass-holedness; think of some of the awful women in the U.S. Congress).  So, no, I'm not going to get into it.  It's all so complicated and I'm tired of wracking my brain for your perusal.

I finally realize that, if and when humanity becomes human, there will be millions of books written exploring the past portion of our split infinity.  I've done enough of that.

No, I thought I would just continue to rant on some of my favorite subjects, like the books that embrace despair and the attribute of self-actualization.  I don't remember, now, if Maslow's Hierarchy talks about self-actualization.  It should.  It is the trait that the human race will fulfill in order to achieve its humanity, which means he probably didn't have it on his list.  

I self-actualized.  I don't know why, I don't know how, but I self-actualized long, long ago as best I could within an environment that embraces humanity as an animal.

This is what annoys me about the books that go out of their way to point out the flaws in the human.  It's like they celebrate them.  I guess it is just that everyone is so certain of them that they just like to highlight it but it gets us nowhere.  It's like they point to those in order to say, "you see? we are nothing more than animals."  The books of despair, just like the teachings of the ancients, hold us in thrall.  It's just annoying.