Primer
Men's inability to control themselves during the most important, crucial, loving event imaginable, an event in which they desire to fulfill their role above any other, the role of loving mate, makes men less than they should be.
That is the primary cause of our dystopia. The most disruptive force in our existence is caused by their impetus to regain control of their lives in a senseless, insane manner. The attempt to regain control by controlling everything and everyone else is a fool's errand. They cannot master their own bodies, so they attempt to exert control over everything else they encounter. Their attempts to master the universe leads to our dystopia, madness, and destruction.
The desire to control the opposite sex is particularly marked because it is control over that which they have failed to love properly. We call it misogyny.
This is another key to transforming rutting coitus into a loving event. I know I have mentioned it elsewhere but let me expand on the topic a bit. If you ever watch animals, the female is not all that interested in having sex. Essentially, they are conquered by another witless animal. That works fine for animals. It does not work at all (except to keep a demented race going) for a sentient race that is fully aware of the situation.
It is true we are smart. We can figure all of this out with our minds, if we try hard enough. But, the thorn remains for the whole human race. That is the single issue of massive import that men have been at a loss to figure out. There are reasons it took so long to figure it out. Very few were ever valid. There are no valid excuses left. The heart needs to be educated. Actually, the body needs to be educated.
I am becoming frustrated, once again. How to describe madness? Especially to those indulging in the madness, whether they mean to or not?
That last paragraph really hit the spot. Every single one of us has to regard themselves as sane, even while the whole of humanity goes completely insane. Therefore, everyone takes sides in many foolish games in order to distract themselves from our miserable excuse for existence somewhere beyond the bounds of the animal that drives us mad but still far from the bounds of a Human existence.
Everyone has to be able to hold onto something. Most everyone has to find some few on which to base their existence and convince themselves that everything is alright, until it blows up in humanity's face, once again.
We all try to make sense of it all. Most are not willing to rely on themselves. They must find others to validate their sanity. That is the herd mentality. I broke from the herd completely long ago. It was the most difficult and painful decision of a lifetime.
It is very difficult for a person to look around and accept that everyone around them is accepting an existence that is totally insane and less than Human. It gets even more complicated as two genders of similar nature and critical co-dependence confuse things further.
Talk about a different drum and a different drummer. What makes it even more hysterical, after that outburst, is that I am asking you to validate your own sanity by comprehending what I have to say. In some weird way, it is not the same as asking the herd to follow me. It is asking each of you to take the lead in your own lives. It may or may not be difficult in the short term, but it leads to a sane life for the Human race.
How do we break the circle of insanity? We only break from the demented past by the whole of humanity realizing that we are not telling ourselves the whole story.