There are clearly differences between the sexes. It's just that the ability to love should not be one of them. I hope someone has the sense to make a copy of these posts.

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

"Windows"

  This belongs here as the conclusion to all of the questions I asked.


 Windows

The eyes through the heart

On the way to the soul

The life to restart

From mere pieces to whole

Speaks of the relative meaning of things


In utter frustration, I lost all the world

Impatient to sense all the loving unfurled

The dimwitted fear of the loving-less beast

All due to the fear that they can't make the feast

So, on I continue, still frustrations roam

To skip to the time when the heart knows its home

The loving begins with the tug on heartstrings


Awaiting the day, if it's only to feel

Explosion of loving, at last, become real

In the next lifetime the love will anneal;

Substantial as heart, to the loving I kneel

Impatiently waiting for all to wake up

To fill all of life from a lovingly cup

The human complete with the craft and the style

Of the love that transcends all the heart all the while


In glancing denials as we peer through the fog

Putting on airs of Pavlovian Dog

What's wrong with this picture that's glued to the screen

The love interrupted, the bout intervened

The loving corrupted with men in denial

The passion disrupted, the loving on trial


No pill is required, only sentience graced

With loving transformed and the hating erased


The frustration holds and impatience resounds

To think it requiring another full round

Another full lifetime for love to be found

The proof of the case is, in fact, all around

The fear of the failure has held us all bound


Sweep aside the conflicts and excuses

They're on the train that rides with the abuses

A juggernaut that leads to more the same

The crafted clown that's dripping in the rain



Late 2024: I was right.

changepoint

  There are three characteristics to the poems I write.  They always rhyme, attempt rhythm, and often contain a changepoint.  That is why I created the terms rhoem and rhoetry.  

If the poem starts out gloomy, a changepoint is required.

"The Travelers" typifies it best.

It can be hard to detect but, the changepoint in "The Travelers" is very obvious.  "But, what was that they saw ahead"  Funny, of all of the poems I have written, this is the only one that I reread regularly and find nothing to change.

Anyways, I'm looking for that changepoint in life, now.  It will be a sharp demarcation.  

In every way, I looked at life to detect what was wrong.  But, unlike the opposite gender that cannot even hope for change, since it is not in their hands, the male gender can.  Somewhere deep within, I knew that the fault was with my own gender.

I spent about twenty years studying all of the usual excuses and explanations of the madness of humanity and never said a word because, after lengthy review, none of it added up.  I wrote at least a book's worth on the usual suspects but there was no point in discussing it because it didn't change a thing.  It was all just words used as a coverup.  Maybe I had to clear the deck before I could see what was really going on.

It is such a complicated situation that it still takes my breath away.  A race becomes sentient and must, emotionally and intellectually, confront a problem that has wasted and confounded more than 100 generations.  

Simultaneously, we are asked to confront a seeming flaw in one gender, while living with the flaw.  It completely dumbfounded everyone for so long.  The last time anyone pulled it out of the Box to take a look was about three millennia ago.  The only way it will ever be possible to change is by confronting it intellectually.  Even that is scary because it does not prove the pudding.

No, the first step was to look back on a life of wastage in order to see the wreckage that the lack causes.  It could only be done by one that would accept no lesser measure of Humanity than success in everything.  How I maintained my confidence and self-respect is beyond me.  I guess it came down to accepting that there is something wrong, even though it mystified me as it has one hundred generations.  It never dumbfounded me.

In this case, the changepoint is when a determined heart takes the next step while they are still young enough to count.  A young man needs to be able to look at what I have laid out (especially in Explanations) intellectually and have the wherewithal to succeed.  Every man has everything he needs to succeed, except the wherewithal, which is slowly whittled away after puberty.  Nature doesn't create blind alleys.  But, it will surely let a stupoured race come to its end, if it can't figure it out.

 It will spread from that one young man.  That is the changepoint.

If you feel you are reaching full understanding I suggest, after you read through the rest of the posts on this site, that you go to this link.  lp

It is so exciting, now, to reread the rhoems and see just how accurate they are.  I can't call them predictions, really.  It really is just a matter of insightfulness, clarity, seeing what is really going on.  Not the future, but the past and that which sets us free.



Monday, October 30, 2023

"Difference"



What is the difference in the man

That learns to love with all he can

Not the stumbled stride of brute

But, loving whole, right to the root

He loves a woman as he can

But, grovels not, he is a man

No animal that merely begs

That is not written in the regs

Nor animal that growls and beats

To force the woman forth her treats

For Humans are another sort

They love for love and not for sport


What is the essence of a man

To hide from nothing, heed no ban

Clarity must be the call

For Human to avoid the fall

Face his demon, only one

Failure irks until it's done

Destroys the Human from within

Causing race to hear the din

The clamour of forsaken soul

Must realize it can be whole

And hear the clairing call

That clarity is all


We can't be human sans our pride

In our race and in our stride

In all we do must be respect

Back we go to missing speck

In all we do must be the pride

Back we go to missing stride


As long as men deceive themselves

The deeper in the lies he delves

Refuting all of reason's ways

As in the muck, his lack he lays


Taken in stride, it's simple to do

But, broken the stride of race to construe 

That all becomes right with the men and their ways

As they learn of the love and its brightening rays

Rather than scoffing at that which they fear

That they're not up to that they hold dear

The misery caught behind every eye

Telling the story of life gone awry


No more to rely on a wing and a prayer

Now I reveal all the landscape, so bare

Confounding the sight for all there to see

Setting the soul and notions so free


I cannot question any longer

Landscape that can make us stronger

The clarity's required, my dear

The fog, it lifts, the view is clear

I cannot question any longer

As clarity becoming stronger

Sunday, October 29, 2023

Overreaction

  Overreaction in every direction may be the best description of what happens to a race of sentient beings that deludes itself and never confronts the issue that drives half of the race mad and the rest into despair.  Left, right, and center.  Hopeless delusions all.  They grasp at straws to find some way in which to cope with the insane belief that there is nothing to be done.  They will label anyone insane that questions the insanity.

Everyone does their best to find some way to escape from the reality that remains insane.   Escapism becomes a thing for everyone.  We built it into our foundations with the creation of fiction.  Some escape into fictions laid down by their forefathers.  This is often in the form of religions or egos.  Some will escape into fantasy fictions where everything is warm and cozy.  Others escape into the horror fictions that seem to represent the madness they see all around them, only making the madness more concrete.  Some will stare down their navel and call it good.

I finally realized what was wearing me out.  Continuing to question myself as well as our insane basis of existence.  One or the other had to go.  Not being one to take the easy route, I took the road untraveled.  Not the road less traveled but the one that no one dared travel before.  The road that leads to the conclusion that all of prehumanity has been in hiding and that anyone that questioned our insanity is, deafeningly, classified as insane.

I just wish there were a way in which to get over my anger, fury, rage, and sadness.  There is only one way that happens.  Humanity grows up, begins acting like a sentient being, and accepts that it can love in all its glory.

In the meantime, I am as content as I can be by accepting, without question, that  I am not crazy.  All that remains is to find out how content that is and how much crap with which I am willing to contend.

I am no longer really worried about the upheaval currently taking place in the world.  It is inevitable as long as we remain the blinded, dumbfounded, witless race we have always been and continue to hide from the simple sentient clarity that precedes our sentient reality and a sane existence.


Saturday, October 28, 2023

90%

 The missing 90%

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 conflicts with sentient reality and the sentient desire for clarity. 

Our resources are spent winnowing through - justifying certain aspects, while rejecting other aspects (as our upbringing determines) - the gibberish that has been heaped upon sentient reality for the last three millennia.  All because men could not accept that they had something to learn.  Something so simple for a modern man to learn, only remaining confounding due to the gibberish that has been handed down that we continue to accept and argue over.

Can you imagine what it will be like when 90% of our brain is freed from wasting its time contending with the deceits, and the conflicting and confusing paradigms and delusions of nonsense and absurdity provided by the animal that we were?  It all goes away when men gain their self-respect.  

Friday, October 27, 2023

Confidence game

I don't know why I didn't think of this before.  The confidence game, of course, explains what is wrong with humanity best.  It is also the best evidence.  Where does the con game start?  What causes it?  It starts when a man achieves puberty and realizes things are not working as expected.  He puts on a mask of confidence to get through the day - even though he knows he fails miserably at that which any man should be able to succeed - loving a woman.  He begins to justify his failure in his own mind.  What else is he to do?  Oh, by the way, it happens to virtually every man alive.  Very, very few overcome the issue to any extent.  Worse yet, the usual question arises causing the paranoia to deepen.  Is it just me??!?!?

        When the confidence game gets out of hand humanity suffers.  Which has been the standard since the beginning.  It will continue until men actually gain the success that will lead them to have the confidence, as well as the love, they have always desired.  The pills only provide a false front behind which some men hide and still remain less than human.  The pill is not even as fulfilling as those that accept the situation as it is and deal with it on their own in some other way.  A pill does not fulfill a man's Humanity.  Only unassisted Loving Coitus can do that.

Thursday, October 26, 2023

Farce

  The more I think about it, the more ludicrous it gets.  We have avoided, with prejudice, becoming Human.  All because some dumb-asses, three millennia ago, couldn't figure out how to do the one thing that could free their humanity.  In their bewilderment, they began a campaign of cover-up instead of facing up.  That started it all.  All of the delusions and violent distractions stem from one realization.  It is the one true conspiracy theory since the beginning of our existence.  The rest is just fluff; further coverup.  The human race has conspired against itself to remain an animal.  All of the rest of it is mice dropping.

        In other words, we were not equipped for our sentience when it hit us right between the eyes.  We have yet to recover and attain our sentient state and desire for clarity.

If it wasn't so incredibly stupid  and destructive to our existence, I would have to laugh.

I'd write some more but I would start cursing up a storm.  I know how humanity operates.  It will take forever for this to sink in.  I'm becoming impatient for at least a sign that it is seeping through the least thick heads that humanity doesn't have to live a lie.  There's only one lie.  That's all it took to start the ball rolling and it wasn't even a lie at the time.  Those dimwitted beasts we used to be didn't have the slightest hope of figuring it out and they couldn't face it.  Our awareness grew more quickly than our knowledge.  Lies grew more quickly than clarity.  Men couldn't change it because it was too complex for them long ago, so they shuttered the building.  It is no longer too complex.  It hasn't been for at least a century.  I sometimes wonder if it could have been overcome three millennia ago.  We had a lot to learn, but was it only dishonesty that got in the way?  

        Worse, is that we have a lot to unlearn.  Three millennia worth of beliefs that do not suit a sentient race.  We can succeed at love.  We no longer need to remain delusional.

I could go all big noise about it but that wouldn't help.  It is the difference between conscious evolution and witless revolution.  I hate it but it will take some time to sink in.  If I raised a brouhaha, it would just cause further outbreaks of the insanity that has gripped us for three millennia.  No, slow and easy, while I chomp at the bit and tear out my hair.  It is the only way we move forward.  

Until we lose the ties to the herd.  In some ways, that is what it's all about.  A herd of animals huddling together for fear of their own sentience, for fear of facing the truth, for fear of the inevitable blast of incoherency from the last dregs of the animal..  

    Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!  Once that is done, we can be Human.

I have to laugh.  I even tested these insights on a site that thought itself savvy.  An exclusive club for those that can think.  If one can't broaden one's focus to study many issues, one isn't welcome.  I had to laugh.  There's only one issue.  All of the superficial issues that we have spent (wasted) our time contemplating are nothing but window dressing, distractions to assure we never look at the real problem that men have always feared they could never overcome.   Almost all of the rest of our problems branch off from the single realization of a dumbfounded race that threw it off-balance three millennia ago.  I'm fairly certain I'm the only one thinking here.  We are on the threshold of the dream.

Wish I could get it across to someone.

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Pavlov's Dog

Pavlov's Dog

For three millennia, we have tried to train Pavlov's Dog to act like a Human.  We need to become Human, not attempt to act Human.  It is not a mental exercise.  It is not an intellectual pursuit.  It is a palpable change in the landscape of Humanity that is necessary.  We remain prehuman for a single reason.

All of our issues; from the warlike stance that now threatens our very existence to domestic violence, InCel, misogyny, misanthropy, the battle of the sexes, and the negative reaction to any variance in sexual orientation; stem from the one instance in which we have not admitted the truth.  Coitus, in its animal rendition, was found to be unsatisfactory for a sentient race at least three millennia ago.  We have just never admitted to the realization for what were tentatively valid reasons for our distant ancestors.  Not for today, not for our evolved awareness.  Coitus is necessary, of course, but it remains unaligned with our Human potential for love and our heightened awareness until we bring the Human capability to the act.  

We have never wanted to admit it, much less confront it, because we became convinced, until now, that there was nothing to be done about the situation; and coitus, of course, is central to the survival of the race.  

    What we have avoided realizing is that making coitus satisfactory for a human, sentient race is also central to our survival and progression into our sentient state.

This was a dilemma for early man, our ancient ancestors, for which they were unprepared.  In their near-animal-witted attempt to deal with the quandary, they dealt with it like an animal.  They made it go away, disappear from existence, as if it made the problem go away.  The problem did not go away because we are sentient.  It is not something that can be hidden under a rock.  Even stuffed into the subconscious, it still lurks and makes its presence felt.  It has remained buried in our subconscious behind a bizarre, twisted story that we created to hide from what clarity, a sentient premise, demanded.  To put it in Oriental terms, we hid it behind a facade of 'saving face'.  I will add that, in most ways, that was the best way in which to deal with the confusion of a newly sentient race.  

Coitus can be a lot better than the enactment of animals.  

That state of quandary created Pavlov's Dog, a sentient race that never fully embraced its sentience.  It is crucial for a sentient race to seek clarity, which includes realizing that unassisted, human, loving coitus is the only version of the otherwise unsatisfactory sexual act that animals endure that a sentient race can accept without question or upheaval.

Unassisted loving coitus is something that must be accomplished by a sentient race.  It is only the prehuman Pavlov's Dog that can do nothing about it, as it hides behind the dictates of its ancestors.  Until we do something about it, we remain a demented animal.

The problem with Pavlov's Dog is that it has been trained to believe anything, as long as it comes from some figure that any particular individual considers an authority.  This mad desire for authority to explain to one what to do maintains the demented rule of the animal.

The male gender set itself up as the authority (the greatest con of the ages) because they could not face the truth and the lie regarding coitus.  The truth is that coitus is not up to the standards of a Human, sentient race.  The lie is that there is nothing to be done about it.

This is the predicament that Pandora's Box attempted to avoid throwing in the face of prehumanity.  It  tried to warn us that hope remained in the box without disorienting the race by getting into the details that I now find crucial to explain.

I now finally realize this is why I cherish my anonymity.  It is not a matter of who I am.  It is only about loving coitus becoming understood.  If I can ever become convinced that this is moving along on its own, I will become a ghost (figuratively) and my words will begin to become obsolete.  It is only a matter of whether I have reached a point of clarity that can penetrate the stupour without effort on the part of the reader.  It is all about unassisted loving coitus and nothing else.  All else fans out from that starting point.

    The only authority required by a Human race is the authority to be Human enough to run one's own life.  I would expect that you have no idea, yet, just how scarce it is and, maybe, have no idea of that to which I refer.  Each Human needs to start from a place of clarity and continue to seek further clarity.  Each person will need to learn on their own to seek clarity after they learn to love until it becomes a Human standard that is learned from birth and replaces the training of Pavlov's Dog.  Then, we can seek clarity unfettered.

Another way to put it, I guess, is that everyone must be their own authority.  Anything less is only a herd of Pavlov's Dogs mimicking a Human.

Unassisted loving coitus completes the Human journey of sharing that animals only experience in small part.

Always, always, always keep in mind that coitus can become an unassisted loving act.  I explain it, as best I have been able, in Explanations.  I am sure there is a lot more to be understood but Explanations is complete enough to allow any man to succeed at loving.  Alot of the improvement will come just from men realizing that any man can and must succeed, if they desire to engage in coitus and remain Human.

Goodness, do I get tired of trying to make my writing precise enough to explain and not impede.  Penetrating the stupour is of a whole different order of difficulty.


Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Pavlov's Dog Revisited

 Pavlov's Dog revisited

I get the feeling that people are skeptical that one simple, single action on the part of men can solve the bulk of humanity's issues.

Let me rephrase a paragraph in Pavlov's Dog.  Maybe this will sink in.

All of our issues; from the warlike stance that has always existed and now threatens our very existence to domestic violence, InCel, misogyny, misanthropy, the battle of the sexes, the negative reaction to any variance in sexual orientation, obsessions, aberrations, and so many more that I couldn't list them all; stem from men attempting to prove their manhood, their manliness, in the absence of the only way they can prove their manhood.  Loving Coitus.

Does that work for you?

  Should I emphasize 'simple' since so many men have been certain of their failure since the beginning?  Of course, that is why the successful prospect remained unacknowledged for so long.  It took a level of certainty for me to step past the fear of contemplating the situation and inspect the issue with a clear mind and a level of sophisticated thinking beyond our witless ancestors.  Difficult to discover and comprehend, simple to implement.  The former is mostly due to the stupour.