Sentient instincts

Honesty and clarity are sentient instincts.  We seek clarity above all.  When we are coerced into confusion and lies, our sentience falls apart.  When we force the truth into the subconscious, never to be examined or confronted, we revert to the animal's dumbfounded state.  This is what I have often referred to as the stupour.

There is a single admission that we have never considered.  We remain lousy at coitus.  Until we confront that sentient realization, we remain a demented animal.

I guess a different way to look at it is that with our capability to invent fiction comes the necessity of sensing honesty and clarifying our existence.  

An animal is not exactly honest.  It accepts everything it senses because it has no choice and no say in the matter.

A damaged sentient being cannot distinguish between lies and truth.

A fully functional sentient being can sense the lie and is always seeking clarity.  We have been reduced due to a single lie.  That everything is fine with coitus.

This sets us on a far different trajectory from all life that went before us, once we free ourselves from the lie that forces us to remain on the same stupoured trajectory of an animal.

I think this answers the question that I have had for a very long time.  Does fiction have a place in a sentient existence.  I think the answer is no.  Which means the whole definition of 'entertainment' becomes suspect.

Maybe intertainment is its replacement in a sentient being's life.  Interaction with other humans IRT may be the answer.  Maybe, in tandem, will the the pursuit of clarity.  That may be the highest calling.  

This subchapter is all the supposition of an animal (me) attempting to see past its limitations, so don't bet on it.  Our future sentient race will know much better.

What is without doubt is we will have an aversion to lies.  I have no doubt that, when the lesson is learned, it will be learned to a depth never to be broached.

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    It is truly amazing as I look back over my life.  For the last fifteen years, I have been consumed by answering so many questions while, at the same time, trying to explain.

    It is such a relief to be done with the questioning.  It is a familiar feeling.  I have always had the knack for studying a subject thoroughly and I always knew when I had it right.

    I now have it right.  There is nothing of great import left to answer.

    It is such a relief.  I can now attempt to write without shooting off in every direction with new questions, new absurdity that needs to be questioned and addressed.

    So, yeah, while I say I'm done, we'll see.  Mostly, I expect the posts on this site have the right notions but they could be written a lot better.  I was just tweaking "Uncanny" and found I could add to the clarity.  As far as arrangement, I tried moving things around.  I'm not sure there is any reason to do so.  If you got this far, you probably read Explanations, which is the heart of the matter.  I would like to set it first but I don't think it is that well-written yet.

    Which brings up another point.  I have learned to write, to express myself in words other than rhoetry.  That also makes a big difference.  Of course, part of the difficulty that maybe was never clear, was that I was constantly interrupted with new insights while writing.

    Maybe no one ever realized that.  I wouldn't be surprised it that was the case.