Clodhoppers

    Clodhoppers

I am in awe as it all falls into place.  It is incredible.  I am paving the way for humanity to take off its clodhoppers and put wings on its heels, instead.  Turn clodhopping into cloudhopping.

It all ties together.  The future, as well as the present and the past.  Finally, women will take their place, which is far more than equal.  Women will take the lead for the obvious reason that they have a lot more experience at being sentient than the male that has been inadvertently avoiding it for millennia.

There are reasons why it still would make for me sense to discuss it with a woman.  

Most importantly, it would accelerate humanity becoming human.  That seems important to me.  

A woman's perspective would help greatly for putting the concepts in a context that all can accept.  It is what women have attempted to do for millennia.  Unfortunately, so far, they have only been trying to train Pavlov's Dog.  That is about to change.  It is much more likely to change with a little feminine help.

My forte is not proliferation of concepts.  It is discovering concepts.  

There are so many ways that a woman's touch would help.  As I explain above, women should have been leading the way since forever.  There has only been one reason that could not happen.

I will do my best to make these last insights available, but that is not enough.  It all ties together. 

Maybe most important is the sharing of the idea with one other person and, yes, that person would be best if they were of the opposite gender.  That is really what this is all about.  To be brutally honest, it would be best with one particular woman for me.  I don't know that it would work at all with any other woman.  That's okay.  The sharing will begin between the genders somewhere, sometime.  I'm just anxious and impatient to get this going, and dying to meet one particular woman, to be honest.

Sharing.  From start to finish it is about sharing.  Damn.  You see?  Even acting like I'm talking with you helps.  It is my feeble attempt to emulate sharing.  While it's what I've done all along, it is not enough.  Let's say I had discussions around the kitchen table all by myself (I've made no claims that I have had other than a weird life).

More so, extrapolating on the future just cannot be the same without the feminine touch.  Don't get me started on how many of the human characteristics are considered feminine just because men have not had a clue.

It had to be a man to break the chains that hold us back from our future.  I explain that elsewhere (look for Kwisatch Haderach).  To move forward, to extrapolate the future;  it would work much better if both genders were represented in the final touch.  

I guess my concern is accelerating the change.  

We are a mess and the sooner we make the transformation, the less damage there is to repair.  (either that or I am just dying to meet the one that I am dying to meet)

It's just another one of those things.  

I sense that defining the future is also important and I have no idea why that is so.  That is the road I have taken for the last fifteen years.  Sense what is needed and follow up.  Those senses have guided my efforts from the beginning.  That beginning was long ago.

No, I take that back.  The thing is that it is becoming very certain I am not going to be around a lot longer.  She's young enough to carry on.  Sigh, I'm not sure she should take the burden on.  I think she would be out of her mind to do so, really.  I guess, she could always keep that portion of her life incognito.  ??

It is amazing to me that I pointed out all of these insights over the years and, yet, never put them together.  I guess it was kinda like building a superstructure.  So many pieces had to fall in place in order for those pieces to hang together.  Hmmm, like I connected the dots and, now, I am connecting the connections in order to assemble the superstructure?  Another place I could use help.

You are my person.

Interruption

One the most common reactions when love falls apart is the feeling of betrayal or unworthiness.  Both reactions usually come with a big dose of devastation, as if one's world has been turned upside down.  There are reasons built into our prehuman condition that force those feelings of unworthiness and/or betrayal.  It is a story we've made up that makes no sense in a sentient world.  In a sentient existence, t's all about self-validation.

Listening to love songs over the span of life of a lyricist is fascinating.  You can almost see the ongoing devastation take effect, as attempt after attempt to love gets crushed.  It's no different for anyone else.  It's just that lyricists put it down in words.  You can see that they finally settle for less - like everyone else.

Love should be an unmitigated celebration.  One shouldn't feel devastated, invalidated in one's existence by its waning.  Disappointment, sure, but not devastation.  I go back and forth on whether love will become a lifelong experience or not, once we become human.  Honestly?  I can make an argument either way.

This is the strongest argument I have developed for love lasting a lifetime.  If the impediments to lasting love are as facile as they seem, then the idea of sharing one's life fully with one other is a powerful incentive.  It's important.  Instead, everyone learns to settles for less, one way or another,  after enough encounters with its failure.  If you are honest with yourself, you cannot say otherwise.  

This is where self-validation comes into the picture.  Why is it that we feel invalidated when someone doesn't love us back or changes their mind or screws with us?  That's on them.  It is the lack of self-validation that causes the real disturbance.  

I've explained in detail why men don't feel valid in their existence.  Because of that, they pick apart the validity of the woman every chance they get.  That is the genesis of misogyny that places it on the shoulders of every man.  It goes back at least three millennia.

Settling never sat well with me, so what else was there to do?  I never lost my feeling of validity, but I knew there was certainly a problem that I was not facing.  The problem that every man encounters was blocked from introspection.  

Finally, though, it became clear that there was a problem and it was much bigger than just me.  Somewhere along the line I realized it was the whole of the male gender that had this problem.  Not that the male gender is a problem, but that they have a problem that causes them to go haywire.  There is no reason for it to remain.

The problem really is terribly obvious, but the animal throws such tantrums in its attempts to avoid the reality: male animals are lousy at coitus and there is not a single reason that a male sentient being needs to remain lousy at coitus.  When men's biggest (and unnecessary) failure is on the verge of being revealed, they throw a fit.  Thus, we have put it on the back burner, over and over again - for three thousand years rather than face the facts.  We are no longer an animal.  Our sentient awareness makes awareness of the failure unavoidable and our sentient capabilities makes it simple to overcome - once we face it.  The loving Rite of Passage into their humanity is all that the male gender needs to learn.  Note: the whole of the male gender, not just this or that male.

Why is it so hard for anyone else to see the instability built into the system of our prehuman state?  A little initial effort on the part of the man that will end up being no effort at all within a generation or two can change the world.  Because he is a thinking human being, not just an animal, a man can learn to love.  Not trained into it by rote but immersed in it - like a human being.  It's all up to the male gender to realize what Nature has provided, instead of running from it like a scared child.

Think of it this way, maybe.  Those original men, thousands of years ago, were pretty new at thinking and they weren't very good at it.  Now, throw in the mind-boggling experience of orgasm that one wants to repeat often combined with the bothersome reality that the woman is getting almost nothing out of the experience, along with the reality that it is difficult for the man to comprehend what goes wrong (though easy to repair, once he finally realizes what goes wrong), driven by the animal (not human) impediment of muscles instincts and you end up with the confusion, bewilderment, and hobbling of a sentient existence that has haunted us all along.  

How would one expect a barely cogent human male three thousand years ago or more to deal with that?  Those early ancestors couldn't think their way out of a wet paper bag, much less the physical aspect of the mind-boggling experience of orgasm and failure to make it mutual.  They made up gods and so much else to deal with it.  We are not them, except by rote, training, and paradigms of nonsense.

All that is necessary is to think one's way through the experience rather than just focus on the ultimate experience for oneself.  It is an entirely new effort to overcome the reactionary, instinctual response of the animal.  It never even crossed humanity's mind that a man (not an animal) can last as long as he desires because he is not just an animal.  He can think his way through that which impedes an animal in order to make it the most incredible loving experience.  He is not really human until he does so.  It is all explained in Details.

Do you see how even other alternatives to loving coitus don't validate, on their own, the feeling of failure?  The failure that bothers men isn't really the failure to pleasure woman.  It is the failure of the male gender to make the most natural form of sex human and loving.  That leaves a tremendous hole in our humanity.  We've known all along that we should be able to do better but the confounding stories and lies we have told ourselves all along have abrogated the possibility.  

It undermines a man's humanity to realize he cannot.  He is at a loss.  His humanity is invalidated, it seems.  The best any man can do is make up excuses and carry on.  Of course, he wants to invalidate everyone else.  Other men might not be invalid at the act of loving.  That makes him suspicious.  Women will, sooner or later, learn that he is invalid.  That makes him downright paranoid.  Let me clear that up in an instant.  Somewhere around 99% of men do not know what they are doing when it comes to loving coitus.

The best a man can do, today, other than stumble upon some way in which to last a few minutes is to humble himself.  It is an unnecessary humility.  Humanity is not built for humility as a way of life.  It is up to the man only to undo his forced humility.  The worst a man can do is, well, look around.

It's, of course, way more complicated than that.  The man is attracted to women (duh.).  So, he does everything he can to attract a woman.  Then, once he has her, he tries to figure out what is wrong with her.  Why would she accept someone that is so lousy at sex?  This should clear a lot up for a lot of women.

One alternative that is common is the relationship that, as the years wear on, goes without the loving experience and the sex becomes experienced less and less often.  What do you think that does to the relationship and the state of mind of the couple?

Do you see?  We have had to accept alternatives to loving coitus in order to make the experience mutual.  It is a gaping hole in our wholeness. In order to calm those that feel a need to justify their particular alternatives, I repeat that the alternatives are not the problem.  It is the absence of loving coitus that causes all the problems.  Not the presence of alternatives.

It's a double or triple whammy.  First, the story we tell ourselves is that we are invalid until we fall in love.  We tell ourselves love of another will make everything alright.

Secondly, one begins to rely on the other for their very identity, their validation of existence.  

The understanding of the two genders are so tangential that they never intersect.  The man spends some portion of his time shunting away the thoughts of failure that the gender has never been willing to face and the woman can't even see it.

I guess another good point is that this all makes one begin to wonder if any intimate relationship ever fails for some other valid reason?  I couldn't say.  I don't think a valid reason has ever been suggested.  You may think that some other condition can be traced as the source of some of the marital problems.  I say that we cannot tell until the lack of loving coitus is eliminated.  Finances are the usual scapegoat today.  That is so specious as to make me laugh.  I talk elsewhere about the insane obsessions regarding money.

In general, any and all of the problems of humanity (the ones that humanity causes) are invalid until loving coitus becomes an alternative.  Then, we will see.

Love and self-love is part of human life.  It is not part of prehuman life.  A person should grow into their lives loving themselves and never find it invalidated ever.  If they find someone to love, that is spectacular and probably the common case.  It may even last a lifetime - for a human.

It is a huge step as men are finally beginning to realize it is virtually none of them that perform loving coitus.  The next step, of course, is that they learn that they can.  They are human.  They think.  They can overcomes the witless instincts of an animal.  It's not even difficult once a man gets past the fear of failure, exposure, and shame that the animal instilled that continued the stupour of the animal for three millennia.  So very ironic.

This post belong as the opening passage of Human, but I've buried it in Bits & Pieces for reasons I will not get into.

The one that really drives me nuts is that I know I portray it all very black and white and I pick apart the guys' responsibility for the mess with more emphasis than I should.  Of course, women are messed up also (especially this self-validation thing), but just keep in mind that, if it weren't for men shunning their responsibility so long ago, there would be no such problems.  That has been the reason for my ire.  The questioning it caused among women is as bad as the more blatant misogyny of men that caused it.  Though I am a man, it offends me severely.  Every bit of it.

Maybe think of it as the witless state of the animal being exacerbated by the failure of men combined with the knowledge that it damn well makes no sense for men to fail at loving coitus.  Somewhere deep inside each man, we've known it for quite awhile.

    Th real key, the real beauty of it all is that it will grow to replace the instincts of the animal.  Within a generation or two, as the one generation that has learned becomes elders and imprints their success on the next generation, it will become natural for a human.  We will finally be human rather than acting out the part.  We are lousy actors.

Generations

In a few of my books, I try to explain how men will change as men learn to love and the generations move on.  After reading Misogyny, once again, I think I must make the attempt again.

In Misogyny, the post directly above this one, I talk about men becoming tongue-tied, awkward and emotionally unstable as they reach puberty.  That is not entirely accurate and points to why I feel the need to reassess.  

Existing generations of men begin their lives tongue-tied, awkward, and emotionally unstable.  Worse yet, they may learn to pose as a human because the imprint they receive from elders is only a pose.  The worst of these believe they are successful at life while, in actuality, they are far from it.  They may be successful in some ways but never in the most important way.  This is because they have not yet admitted that they have something to learn (or, at least, admit) in order to earn their humanity.  This distorts our existence drastically.

This same would, of course, occur with the first generation that discovers how to really love.  The difference being that they will learn to love as they achieve puberty.  As they achieve puberty and learn to really love, they will begin to transform themselves and dust off the ineptness that was handed down to them from their inept elders, instead of accepting, excusing, and hiding that ineptness behind a cloud of nonsense, confusion, and distortion.

The second generation would have little of this refuse  of our past (that spans millions of years) to disturb them in their youth.  These would grow into adulthood and maturity (the first generation of men to truly mature) with little encumbrance.

By the third generation, men should be well on their way to eloquence and emotional stability to match their feminine counterparts in life and actually become the fairer sex's fully capable counterpart for the first time in history.  The conditioning of youth that clouds the issues today will become a thing of the past.  How many generations it will take for men to become fully capable humans, I can only guess.  I don't think it will take much more than another couple of generations.  I truly doubt it will take that long.  The viral outbreak will finally be our humanity.

As I look further and further into it all, I believe there will be little left from our current existence.  We have followed the path of the animal in so many ways that it is breathtaking (in a bad way).

"Twisted"

 Twisted

They're forced to follow urge all of their lives
Never to fulfill; and so he dives

Into his misery along the way

Urging all to follow and to stay

"I'm only animal", his whimpered plea

Never knowing human he can be

"Privileged"

 Born into a race with little sense
A haunting lie remains, never relents

Unto the pinnacle, this body sighs

With mind that learned to cope with all the lies

Privileged is the status that resided

And deep within true certainty abided

The lies were all transparent with nonsense

At first, I tried to ride along the fence

But, all too many lives had gone before

Learning, bit by bit, the lying lore

Now, the lies apparent, all exposed

But, not this life; the loving still arose

Another life to fill the panoply

And heal the wounds that only I can see

Love

 How does one describe sight to a blind person?  color to the color blind?  Love to a race that has never experienced it in full in all of its varied and most magnificent forms?

Even worse, how does one that has only barely sensed love's tremendous essence explain to humanity that it has yet to know what love is all about?

To me, love is exactly like all of the other finer qualities of humanity that we define so well but barely experience in life in all ways but one.  Honour, integrity, dignity, respect for everyone and everything one encounters, and many, many more extraordinary attributes are seldom encountered in life and, yet, we know they can exist.  So, why is it that they are rarely experienced?  Why are they not the most common characteristics?  Because we are not human yet.

The one difference from all of the other finer characteristics of humanity is that we can't even define love very well.  In all other ways, it is just like the other fine qualities.  We won't know love well until we become fully human.  At that point, we will also be able to define it well.  I am fairly certain, none of those qualities, including love, would even be in our vocabulary, if it weren't for women.  Men have been the limiting factor.

If one is lucky, they might experience a hint of what love is all about, just as they may experience a smidgeon of the other finer qualities of being human.  But, it is small in comparison to the grand potential that humanity can experience, once we rid ourselves of our past that holds us back.

Some believe that love is nothing but a pipe dream.  Others believe that love is validation of themselves in others.  Some believe it is but a scam.  All are wrong.  It is the blind trying to see.  Love is something that only a fully formed sentient, human being can experience and celebrate thoroughly.  There are too many missing parts for the prehuman to even sense the sentient reality of love.

This has not been proofread yet and I may have more to add.

I've now gone beyond the broad swathes of what it means to be human, into the finer essence.  I've gone beyond identifying the awful prehuman characteristics that everyone takes for granted, like violence, misogyny, hate, and lie, lie, lie, lie.

Here is the difference between now and before Human.  

Before that book,  I felt this desperate need to express it all in words.  No longer.  Oh, sure, if I figure it out to the extent that I can put it into words, I'll explain but the pressure is off.  I have explained enough.  There's also this saying.  Ideas never die.  Once they take hold, they will come to fruition.  So, I am content, It will get through because it is the truth.  While a lot of it is poorly worded, it will do.

Labyrinth revised for Human

 Labyrinth

I was just listening to "I'm so in love with you" by Texas.  Amazing.  I never gave up on that dream.  Or, as Sade phrased so eloquently, I am a "Soldier Of Love".  It's funny.  So many songs give it away.  We are just not listening.  

I took the Soldier of Love job very seriously.  I wasn't accepting the scraps left on the table by the animal.  I could never accept that we are so horrible at love.  Big love, little love, we are terrible every step of the way.  Our terrible rendition of existence has a beginning, a source.

There's something about sharing this form of love with another that is very fundamental to our existence as a sentient life form.  

It is so wrong that we accept the paltry sum left by the animal.  The link between puberty and the loss of innocence gives it all away.  Love is initiated through the act of loving.  As it stands, we accept a stunted, damaged interpretation of love because the act of love remains nothing of the sort.  It is only loving when it is shared, in all aspects.  Its lack shunts our humanity and sentience into limbo.

There is too much baggage, because we evolved from an animal that was incompetent at the most intimate act of caring for a billion years before we arrived on the scene.  The inertia of the animal has held sway since then.  

The animal doesn't care because it can't do a thing about it.  We do care.  We know we should do something about it.  Creating a pill is not doing something about it.  That is only indulging the animal and sidelining our sentient capabilities.  It is  stating that a man cannot overcome his animal witlessness.  That is nothing short of a disaster.  It is necessary for the male gender's sentience to realize it is more than an animal.

We know the difference and Nature equipped us to do something about it.  The baggage has only been increased by the faulty use of our imagination, thus reinforcing the blindness caused by inertia.  Love is real.  It just takes humanity doing a competent job at its physical expression all by itself.

Maybe, instead of love, I should use the term, self-actualization.  I worry that the word love is too full of false innuendoes.  But, I'd rather be blunt at this juncture.  We do not know how to love and it is critically important to a race of beings that can create untold damage in a lesser state.

Sentient beings are different.  On one hand, we are aware that there can be more to coitus.  On the other hand, we have remained convinced that we can't do anything about it.  The latter is so wrong and dislodges our sentient honesty and self-respect.  

Nature provided for the transformation of coitus into a fulfilling event.  For a sentient being, it is simple to do.  All we have to do is open our eyes to our humanity.

Love will become real for humanity, once we realize it is only the witless instincts of an animal that have been holding us back.  Any man can last as long as she pleases.  Love begins there.

A man lasting long enough does not equate with love, of course.  It only opens the door to the possibility and closes the door on all of the unwarranted paranoia and self-doubt.  That is enough to make love real, substantial, and human.

The instincts of the animal are easy to overcome, once we realize they are only instincts, that they are not cast in stone.  It just takes a little thinking, which I've done for you.

It is only a matter of subordinating the instincts of the animal that make it impossible to last long enough to call it making love.  Right now, we call it love, even when it isn't.

We can talk all day about love but, if between the sheets, it doesn't happen, then love remains damaged and so do we. 

Doesn't that give it all away to you?  Can you see that all of our lunatic antics have a root cause, a source?  A source that has no reason to continue to exist?  The most direct conclusion is accepting that all forms of physical love are important.  But, there is one that supersedes them all.  Coitus.  It is different.  It makes life.  It's continuing absence drives us crazy.

Where do you think all of the troubles of humanity originate?  In the home, in the bed.  The disturbance in the home radiates outward distorting all aspects of what should be an open, fulfilled race of sentient beings that embraces its existence rather than shuns it.  Our lack of consummating the act of love destroys our sentience.  Nature always intended that we could learn to love and become human.  We have not yet.

It must become a certainty to humanity.   No current definition of love describes all that it encompasses.   The current definitions are vague, uncertain.  The act of coitus must attain its sentient state of love.  It must become an act of love, of sharing.  Our sentience is established with the fulfillment of our desire to share loving in the form of coitus.

It is the defining difference that makes us human, that transcends the animal.  It will represent the advanced form of emotional context that matches our advanced level of sentience.  We become sentient in every way.  Our heart becomes educated.

Love in its fullest, human, sentient form leads to emotional stability, balanced reasoning, and a sentient being that has fulfilled its sentience.  It contributes to the balance of a sentient race.  Anything less drives a sentient race mad.

It creates self-validation for the race.  Once we realize we can love, the entire picture of humanity changes radically.  It will begin to self-actualize.  Not just the individuals, but the race.

Reason alone proves the case.  We can think.  We can easily overcome the instincts of an animal.  We can become human.

We have been following the animal's lead since we first became a sentient race.  It's time for that to change.

A Maze

It's not an option.  We can't run from our sentient awareness.

The next step is the human race accepting loving coitus as a given.  We are not human until humanity accepts that it is human for men to love.  There is currently a hurdle to the man's love.  It need not exist.  A couple must know that when they desire to proceed to the act of loving, they will succeed.  All humans must be certain of this eventuality.

The sentient realization that coitus is not complete is combined with the relentless realization that no species can last very long without the act of coitus.  The future must accept the huge difference between what a human expects from coitus and what an animal expects.  The animal has no expectations.  The dumb animals are driven by instincts and the urge for sexual release.  Sentient beings overcome a dumb animal's stupour by thinking.  That's what we do.  We are sentient, human.

Humans know that there is more to coitus.  Until we do something about it, we are not human.

The crucial aspect of sentience is that it has to makes sense.  Clarity is an overriding concern for a sentient race equipped with  conscious awareness and intellect.  Anything less refutes our sentient state. The act of coitus must achieve the sentient level of love to achieve the status of making sense for a sentient race.

Because we are sentient, we know there is more to the act than rutting.  It is time to realize that unassisted loving coitus can be achieved.  It is time to become a sane sentient race.

It is not the mystery that everyone thinks.  We have remained in a stupour for three millennia while we developed the complex wherewithal to see through to the source of the problem and provide the solution (i.e. see Details).  It was the details of making it work that was far beyond our earliest ancestors.

We have been duped since the beginning.  Overcoming this hurdle, for a sentient race, is incredible.  I've gone into the complexity that caused us to plod along for three millennia.

Sex, especially in the form of coitus, is not a mystery.  It is about the incredible feeling of orgasm - for both.  If it can be shared with another.  It is the truest of blisses.  It is love.  That is why we call it 'making love'.

Mysteries

  I am becoming convinced we will become far more appreciative of the mysteries of life once we become human.

As long as we deny human, sentient reality we are limited to the mundane, stupoured view of an animal's reality.  The variations on that theme are entirely sad.

I am also becoming convinced that there is no way I can ever convey any of this in a manner that will be acceptable to the prehuman in the duration of this life of mine, because the foundation will remain missing.

    I'll just have to get to that in the next lifetime.

Life in a teacup

Do you remember those days?  I still can.  That vibrant feeling to which I had looked forward for so long with mounting expectation and anticipation.  The amazing feeling when looking into a woman's eyes in the naiveté of youth!  

Much later (sadly), I 'grew up' to pick over the dusty ashes of my youth.

Gosh, the thought of loving a woman!  The pulse-pounding feeling when I looked into certain women's eyes as the same look was reflected back to me.  

As I crossed the threshold of puberty, I began to realize that something was awry.  It took me another fifty years to figure it out.

Loving a woman; to me, that always implied face to face.  The idea of loving a woman was planted so firmly in my head that everything must turn out perfectly, right? 

All the movies talked about how fine it is to love a woman.  Foolishly, I bought it all, hook, line, and sinker.  The happily-ever-after was a given, right?  Then puberty hit like a freight train.  Vague feelings began to disturb me.  

The shock of attaining puberty totally unprepared for the failure of loving coitus tore me apart.  

How could it be that three thousand years after the human race gained some supposed level of wit, no one had prepared me for that utter failure?

But, still, it was going to be like magic!  Right?  Funny thing.  The magic was missing.

Wow, what a shock.  Everything was not okay.  Research all I cared (and I am very good at researching) and the best I got was, "it's still a mystery!  Good luck!" "Hold on with everything you've got!"

I'm sorry but I'm calling it right here and now.  Our ancestors have acted like morons.

Not their fault really.  The stupour of the animal has been in charge since the beginning.  

Our most ancient ancestors became befuddled and they didn't dare let the befuddlement show.  So, they hid that which confounded them from themselves and their descendants.  Then, they acted like everything was okay.  Right.  Just bizarre.

The animal's proclivities remain lurking in the subconscious while a cover-up of the utter failure of sentient consciousness to address this critical issue was created.  

The cover-up has proceeded to get more complicated and bizarre ever since the first sentient thought was tossed in the bin with prejudice.  

The truth and a question remained hidden in our subconscious.  "How come I'm the only damned one to get pleasure out of this most natural act of sex?  What about the woman?"  "How can anybody possibly call this an act of love until both are ringing the bell?"

Look around.  The disturbance runs deep, far beyond the bounds of insanity.  

Maybe the worst question, "Why do I have this problem?  What about all the other guys?"  As it turns out, somewhere between 75% (official estimate) and 99% (my own estimate; call it 100% for all intents and purposes, since some men figure it out well enough for themselves, but not the intricacies, the underlying cause and impetus that must be understood) of men have the same issue.  

It is only the limitations that were imposed on an animal.  The same limitations do not apply to a human.  We think or, at least, we can, when the blinders are stripped away.  I know it scares men spitless to think about it, but what other choice do you have?  Continue on like a wrecking ball for all of humanity?

    I've shown myself the issue can be overcome.  I am certain it can work for everyone, once they quit freaking out and ignoring the issue.  What's the worst that could happen, if by some unimaginable consequence, I'm wrong?

    Well, the real worst is that we attempt to cover up the issue and scurry back in hiding.  The next best, under those unbelievable conditions, is that we suck it up, open the discussion, put the facts on the table, and decide how a human, sentient race moves forward.

    The fact is, I do not believe there is the slightest chance I am wrong.  Not just because I proved it to myself but, also, because we are a sentient, highly intelligent, highly motivated race that can think, not just react by instinct, and, I cannot believe that Nature left us high and dry.  I just can't believe it.

    I am certain I haven't had the last say in how to make it work best.  I expect many, many innovations and improvements, once our minds are opened.

    Okay, there is a worse case.  We continue on our path of insanity and destruction, put the hope back in the Box and carry on.  In that case, we are no worse off than we are today. 

The very inhuman response, so far, has been to ignore the issue or, lately, use a pill.  The pill does not substitute for a man's humanity.  If anything it ruins it further.

Neither is a sentient approach.  It just digs the animal's trench that much deeper.  

The desire for a pill, by the way, only emphasizes the desire we have hid from with every breath since the beginning. 

Man's humanity is only unleashed by the self-actualization caused by conquering the animal's witless instincts that have held us back.  On his own!

The long suppression of the subject of sex has been our bane.  It did a number on me.  Until I finally realized it's not sex that is the central issue we have avoided.  It's coitus.  We even avoid the real issue by getting all in a flurry about 'sex'.  Coitus is the problem, pure and simple.

We have been programmed by our ancestors to accept the paradigms of the animal that preceded us regarding the act of coitus and, really, all of sex.  

The issue that men face was never considered, spoken of, or thought about.  How's that going for you?  

If the subject ever comes up, crush it with a mountain.  You can see the results of the decision that we have followed for three millennia all around you.  It has all been inadvertently directed at distorting reality.  It is a mountain of nonsense that we have followed.

The question that has never been seriously asked is, "Why in the hell can't I do significantly better than some damned animal?"  Not by a minute or two, but as long as the woman desires.

We even justified the animals' failure by declaring two or three minutes a success!  It means nothing without the loving of a woman in the way I have always dreamed.  Three minutes doesn't cut it.

Some of the stupid shit that gets by under the alias of "being a man" is appalling.  InCel and all the other thugs come to mind.  Clearly, the stupour runs deep.

Well, I asked that most important question and answered it.  There is no good damned reason the instincts of an animal cannot be overcome.  

Coitus can consistently be a loving act for the human race.  It only becomes a loving act when both take full pleasure in it.  

The clock that ends coitus in a hurry, and ruins any chance of love, can be suspended by a man for as long as desired.  The clock is for witless animals.

One terrible effect of the stupour we have endured because of this blindspot is that it changes men's perception of themselves in oh, so many awful ways.  

The inability to supersede the animal has crushed men's spirit for millennia.  This unmentioned issue has haunted the whole race since the beginning.  The awful feelings of men have been masked with awful behaviour in so many awful ways.  

From toxic masculinity to despair of life; from obsessing about money, power, and fame to pompous facades, it's all the same source.  

The worst is the con job that has been pulled on all of humanity (including men) in order to distract all of humanity from that which confounds us,  And remains broken for no good reason.  We conned ourselves.

We have put on an act like everything is okay.  Really???!!?  All because we have been wrongly confident in the animal's fear of failure, fear of the unknown.  We have made the grave mistake of continuing to believe we are no better than an animal.

This removed any chance of viewing the problem in a rational manner in order to even consider the possibility of success.  We were defeated before we ever started.

It is just so ironic that, as the answer is finally laid out, it's about not using certain muscles.  We made an olympic event out of something at which you win by not using certain muscles.  

That has been a huge part of the problem.  As long as we viewed the problem as an animal would, we fail.  

It is all about overcoming the instincts of a male animal that does it in a mindless manner.

With the brain shut down from considering any sentient thought on the matter, the animal's take on the success of loving coitus was all that was considered.  Struggle, struggle to last two minutes.  It could never work as long as we didn't take it out in the open and take a close look at what is really going on.  It could never work until we took it out of the context of an animal.

But, that's all covered in the last seven books I wrote.  Ten and Millennium are my personal favorites.  Human is, by far, my favorite.  Any one of them explains the necessary Details for a man to learn to make love and be human, as well as how the ludicrous mess has continued on for three millennia.  Yes, I'm sure there is more to learn as we progress as a human race rather than a witless, distracted race of animals with too much brains.

On this single subject and all about its periphery, we have shut down our thinking.  It has affected every single aspect of our existence.

So far, it is the animal that has ruled our insanity while lurking in the subconscious.  

During miserable periods like these, the animal struts across the world stage in all its stupour, like a fool.

I have explained where we went wrong fairly thoroughly in eleven books.

The animal that preceded us trained us not to think.  We froze for millennia like a deer in the headlights.  

We can be in control of our bodies.  

That's it.  An animal can't, but we can.  

When we quit going at it like an animal and use the higher functions that Nature provided to a sentient race, we win.  

When we combine thinking with the rest of the gifts that Nature provided, we win.  We become human.

It's not some superpower that some men have and some men don't.  Any sentient male can succeed at loving coitus.  Some few can last a few minutes today.  

Some men certainly learned before, right?  Why hasn't it become common knowledge?  

Nobody was listening.  The curse we laid on sex has spun our heads for three millennia.  

It does not take some super-intellect or super-muscles to learn to love.

We have only been acting out the part of a sentient race because we couldn't quite put all of the pieces together.  

All because of one simple act of love that is only complicated to understand.  It is dead easy to implement.  You're welcome.

It is time to be human.  It's time to lay that curse on sex to rest.  Sex should be a loving act.  Coitus should be a celebration of life.  The real trouble is that making the act of coitus a loving engagement requires something more from the male.  It is simple, in retrospect but bewildering until the whole is understood.

  Nature provided the most brilliant superstructure to transform the most wondrous event of existence (creating life) into a fulfilling, loving event that animals could never even imagine (creating love).  For a sentient race, it is as much about creating love as it is creating life.  We just weren't paying attention.  We were off in the woods making shit up, instead. 

This was crafted to get through the thickest pate.  I hope it does.  Last chance.

Otherwise, tell it to the lilies.