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'.