Touching
Sing to the mountains
Sing to the skies
Bursting from fountains
Let river raise tides
The day her drawbridge touches the land
The day she fills the world
When all the love is faintly fanned
The woman's flag unfurled
The day the wonder of her voice
Rings out with no more pain
Is day that life has won its choice
The ending of the rain
The day the voice that ne'er holds back
Is singing, free of heart
Is day in which we find the knack
For chains to fall apart
Our Garden Of Eden is still ahead of us.
You can't really believe that we frolicked with lions and tigers many millennia ago when we were little better than an animal and dumber than a rock, can you?
The Garden of Eden wasn't even a rational myth. That would be Pandora's Box. That was a myth that sought answers and warned us of the possible misstep that we stepped right into with myths like The Garden of Eden. If you are looking for more of an explanation, that would be in a couple of the earliest books.
Once we truly become human is when we will learn to love, maintain an emotional balance, think rationally, and fulfill our sentient state. For all intents and purposes, it will be a Garden Of Eden, as long as you don't expect utopia. If you expect an existence in which humanity can finally respect itself, then you are thinking in the right direction.
If you are looking for our demise that would be the mindless approach to life that we currently maintain.
John Lennon's song, Imagine, has always annoyed me.
It seems to be the way of a race that is seeking its sentience, a race that continues to cloud its sentience with delusions. Either dream (though never think) about being truly human. Just make it up as you go along. Or, surrender wholly to the animal.
It took a lot more than just imagination to understand what is wrong with humanity. It's typical of the stupour, though, in which we exist. Either imagine some utopia or give in to the animal rage, brutality, and stupour that maintains the dystopia.
So, let me get you to imagine something that describes a humanity that works.
Imagine that a woman can be certain that every man she meets still has his self-respect, honour, and dignity in tact because he knows how to love. Imagine, further, every man knowing how to love a woman the way she deserves. Imagine a couple that can love and, essentially, become one. Imagine a male gender that is not driven insane by its lack. Imagine a male gender that retains its self-respect.
Let me also get you to imagine why humanity doesn't work the way it is, why it remains an insane race that has never been able to fulfill its sentient promise.
The animal does not have the capacity to love. The animal also does not have the wit to destroy itself and everything with which it comes in contact. The male gender of a semi-sentient race has both the capacity to love and the capability to destroy itself and everything with which it comes in contact. The female gender of a semi-sentient race came into being not only with the capacity to love but the innate ability to love without fail. They have been trying to teach the male gender how to love for millennia. If only it were that simple. Something holds the male gender in thrall to the animal.
This is the difficult piece for a semi-sentient race to comprehend and accept. Why is it that, no matter how hard the female gender of a semi-sentient prehuman race tries to teach the male gender to love, the male gender cannot learn it? What is missing? Men certainly have the capacity to love, but it always breaks.
What is missing? What holds the male gender back from loving? It is certainly not the lack of desire, though most any old man will refute it (at least to himself) after a lifetime of its absence from his heart as it continues to be whittled away. Every young man, entering puberty, will be full of the desire to love before it is turned to ashes on the ground.
Women know from the moment of their birth how to give. Men learn from puberty onward to take only.
The capacity to love is inherent in the human race. It is part of being sentient. Its downfall begins in the bed because we are not quite human yet.
The requirement to fulfill our sentient state begins with the fulfillment of loving in bed. Our emotions will stabilize, our thoughts will clarify, and we will become human, sentient, and loving. The madness of men will be completely gone.
Read the books. Quit dreaming. Or living a nightmare. Live your humanity, fulfill your sentient capacity to love.
the foundation of humanity's dystopia is the male gender's utter frustration with the state of coitus and their own inability to understand how to succeed because they damn well know they should. See Explanations.
dystopia and stupour are closely related.
let me try this. dystopia is a state where one gender can be impossible to reason with because their arguments are based on shame and guilt that have created delusions, scams, nonsense, and violence. it is a representation of an animal's perspective that remains in a mad human mind. where did the male nonsense begin? why does it base its existence in deceptions? where did the desire for deception begin? i should probably be more subtle and convey the message in a more ardent and precise form. but, as i explain elsewhere in today's posts, there's a reason. If you watch closely, you can watch the madness grow over a lifetime in a man from the point of puberty.
whoa! a whole new way to look at it.
we have been trying to approximate a human since the first sentient thought slapped us silly. we've sensed the whole all along. we just never applied more than our minds to the issue. the heart never really became seriously engaged on the part of one gender. in fact, for the male gender the heart and mind became hobbled by that which was hidden.