First cause

    One of the most complicated pieces, it seems, for many to understand is that men are the ones that have been inflicted with a problem that impedes their humanity, which, in doing so, impedes all of humanity.  Their difficulty is first cause.  It is that which has drags us back to the animal since the beginning.  Because we are not suited to be just an animal, it drives us mad.

    Of course, women get messed up as well.  It's been three millennia of nonsense.  No one is going to come out of it unscathed.  

    There is no purging all of the nonsense, unless, like myself, you have been willing to purge yourself of all interaction with the human race for an extended period of time.

    What I am attempting to do is make it possible to purge oneself without as much difficultly as I had to go through.  There really is only one way, though, for us to purge the animal completely from our midsts.  Men must realize that they can love.  All men.  It will, necessarily, start with a few but it has to become the common characteristic of men before we put the pall behind us.  

    It was difficult, to put it lightly, to avoid all serious interaction with humanity for fifteen years.  After a long a grueling effort to purge myself of the worst of the nonsense, I can now mingle and interact, once again.  I can't say I like it.  It's just weird being the only human alive (so far) that can see through all of the madness and nonsense.  What makes it even more difficult is that there is no one with whom I can discuss this all.  No one to whom I can unburden myself.

    So, yes, there is first cause or, to use a term I ran across in the technical world, root cause of our madness.  Both definitions of the word mad suit.  Men are afflicted by it and it spreads beyond men just like any whackadoodle aspect of our prehuman existence does.  

    Madness is contagious.  Especially when it is half of the human race that has an affliction that makes them feel less than whole.  Prehumanity is a herd.  Humans will not be.

    I don't have the slightest doubt as to our ability to overcome all of the nonsense, purge it from our systems completely, once we rid ourselves of first cause.

    I'm guessing this is going to need a lot of rewrites.  That's just the way it works for me.  I am starting to suspect it is more than just me.  It is a matter of discerning human reality from all of the claptrap of the animal we have absorbed and maintained.  At first, when I started out about fifteen years ago, I thought I must be crazy.  In context of the prehuman, I am crazy.  I never accepted much of the nonsense of the prehuman which made me an outsider.  A true Stranger in a Strange Land.  Of course, I got caught up in some of it to some extent but I could never commit myself to the idiocy of the prehuman condition.

    It is just so strange.  We know all about it.  Somehow, we know what it means to be human.  We even put a lot of it into words, like the noble characteristics.  Maybe it is just a matter of the stupour that makes it so difficult.  Maybe it's just that we have trained ourselves not to think for so very long.  Mostly, though, it is the difficulty of breaking the code on men learning to love.  Once the code is broken, it is easy for any man.  It was just that initial realization that men were doing it all wrong, the inertia of the animal, that made it delay by three millennia.

    I hope I have made it easier for everyone to see from a sentient perspective.  Certainly, Details is crucial.  I think there is a foundation, beyond Details, that I have provided that also is helpful.  Hopefully, Human alone will contain enough for anyone to overcome the nonsense or, at least, begin to question it.

    I guess I still worry about anyone trying to engage with prehumans while becoming human.  I'm not sure I could have done it.  If I had not gone into virtual isolation for fifteen years, I never would have gotten here.  Maybe it is easier with a roadmap.  That is my hope.  I hope that is what I am providing with Human.  There is no doubt, though, what must happen for our humanity to emerge and flourish.  Men need to learn to love.

    Yeah.  Bet on it.  This is going to be rewritten a lot.

    There's another set of imagery I've used a lot.  Bulletproof.  I think it applies to what I am saying above.  I was bulletproof all of my life from absorbing much of the nonsense.  I have no idea how it happened.  It just did.  I had to shed that armour to delve deeper (the reason for isolation).  Now, I have re-donned the armour in a different way with a different purpose and am bulletproof, once again.  I guess I would call it the armour of sentience, though, really, so was the first bulletproof armour.  It's just different.  I was going to say much more sound armour and I guess it is, but it doesn't make the interaction with prehumans any easier.  Oh, for one that understood.  The one that always understood.