They say we use only 10% of our brain. The truth is that we use 90% of our brains to contend with the mess of delusional paradigms that we have concocted over three millennia that conflict with sentient reality and the sentient desire for clarity.
"Buried"
Buried
The source of transcendence for all of mankind
Thrown in a grave and entombed deep beneath
Patterned behaviour, an ancient bequeath
That holds us in chains of unreason's deceit
From reasoning's presence, we only retreat
The boldness required to say we are more
Than baffling remnants, we need to explore
Magnificent beauty of life as could be
A sentient race with the will to be free
Of chains and the dirt that were piled on the grave
Of sentient beauty, mistaken as knave
The shadows unseen in the corners of mind
Unhinges the wit and the heart of mankind
Love can emerge from the depths of that grave
As sentience teaches us how to behave
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Fiction
Fiction
Do you believe that it is the common case that the ecstasy is fully shared during coitus? If so, is it because you have experienced it regularly or because it is always that way in fiction? Have you regularly experienced a full sharing of the ecstasy or do you believe it because it is so common in fiction? We have been duped from the beginning.
I know. It's hard to believe that all of those romantic stories are pure fiction, but it is so. It was one of my biggest struggles.
The real question is what have you experienced? Man or woman. Not what you have read in stories. The actual studies, if you care to investigate, back me up completely. Worse yet, the little blue pill only causes further distortion to our sentient state of mind. It resolves nothing.
This is only one of the many examples of our skewed views on sex. For centuries, mostly men were writing all of the stories and this is what men want to write because that is what those that read love stories want to read. Of course, that is how they are written. It sells.
One of the saddest statements I ever heard was from a writer of romantic movies. "If I don't write the romance, where else will anyone get it?" From the race learning to be Human. End of story.
"Man destroyed, woman destroyed"
The title to this poem is a modification of the title of a book by Simone de Beauvoir, Woman Destroyed.
As lifetime progresses from bounds of his youth
Deceit is embedded so deep below skin
As misleading message sinks deeply within
Man could be coruscant, shining so bright
Except for embarrassment hid in the night
The man is befuddled as lie fades from view
Deceit in the heart as the specters renew
Now, comes a lady, the heart of desire
Lighting the essence, release spinal fire
Deceit in the loving encompasses life
Deep in the heart, lust plunges the knife
The fire is not lit, but the woman endures
'Til the bane of the man escalates and ensures
That the man is unhinged and unreason pours out
Then, only then, is the woman in rout
Unreason comes forth in so many forms
But all, in their essence, resembling storms
Seeking the love, which the heart does pursue
But, falling away, as they're falling for you
Or, ranting distractions to hide from the view
The failure men know, as the loving comes due
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Pavlov's Dog
Pavlov's Dog
For three millennia, we have tried to train Pavlov's Dog to mimic a Human. Instead, we need to become Human. It is not a mental exercise. It is not an intellectual pursuit. It is a palpable change in the landscape of Humanity. Only Loving Coitus can make it so.
"Tone"
Tone
Just a change of tone is what we'll find
As all of loving filters through mankind
The spinal fire ignites a steady flame
Eye to eye, the loving is the game
The structures of mankind begin to soften
Love produces sanity more often
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Life's work
Life's work
What if life ruled and we only played our part? That's not how it's been working out.
The rest of life's role is pretty straightforward. They just kind of hang around and reproduce. We play a bigger part in life. We can be a cog in the wheel or a wrench in the works. We have been a wrench in the works, so far.
Remove the dystopia and we will move forward, finally, as an emotionally mature, rational, loving race in which the individual cares as much about the whole of Humanity as itself.
More than any other life form, we have intent. So far, that intent has been aimless and destructive. We took our instruction manual from the animals and never updated it. A sentient race's overriding intent, by definition, is to seek clarity. A sentient race that purposely obscures its clarity goes mad.
If you are looking for more, see lp.
There is no starting point to our Life's Work as a sentient race until we shed the baggage of the animal. The Human race can seek clarity, once it rids itself of the desire to hide from its past. The joy of sentient life will finally proceed unimpeded.