I've been pondering the stupour, once again. For some reason, my own blockage, as I struggled through it over the last fifteen years, and particularly the first five or so of those years, came to mind.
What I realized is that, while we live in a fictional world created by the animal that subverted our sentient state, the huge blockage regards the state of coitus.
I'm not really sure how to explain it. For five years, while I delved into the fact that coitus is not suitable to Humans in its current state of mindless rutting (on the part of the man), the fiercest struggle was all about facing up to the state of coitus.
The rest of the nonsense is there to compensate for the distraction, make certain we never go anywhere near exploring the state of coitus.
The power of the desire to look away from the state of coitus is something else. My struggle, those first five years, as I look back on them, was incredible. It is almost like instinct, as if there is some dark, dreaded fear there in the dark. My rage could strike the moon as I think about it. I think I'm past that, now, though. I just hope I have written it all well enough to penetrate that stupour of the animal for a few without the necessity of such a close approach to insanity and a life in which overcoming the insanity meant being so very alone. It pretty much sucked.
I'm pretty sure I'll be back at this one. That feeling of dread is worth further exploration. At least until there is some sign that some are catching on and Humanity is ready to take the stage.
I guess that is really it. All of our concentration on the superficial issues that can never go away until the root cause of the nonsense is gone is what I am trying to explain.
No one can go near the real issue, so they get themselves caught up in the nonsense that it generates at such a far remove from the actual issue that they feel like they are taking a stand and, still, avoiding the dark dread that everyone knows is there. I guess that's just never been my style.
Somehow, it was always clear to me that the rest of the issues were superficial and were never worth my effort to confront them. While everyone else was taking a stand, as far back as almost sixty years ago, I could not engage. It would have been ridiculous to do so. None of it counted. The next mystery for me reminds me of a cajun joke, "how it know?" and I still don't have a clue unless I rely on reincarnation. How in the world did I know that all of the bullshit that we argue about doesn't mean a thing? There is only one experience in my early youth that comes close to explaining it and it also points to reincarnation. I don't think I can pull any further on that thread. Not on a public site.