Expectations
The trickiest part of transitioning from beast to sentient being has to do with expectations set by previous generations and the potential available that is far beyond the grasp of the previous generations. Even if they try, they garble it, sometimes making it worse.
The effect of past generations will always remain, to some extent but, at certain points, like now, a reset presents itself. That is what loving coitus will provide or, at least, the conscious awareness of loving coitus. Attempting to hide it away in the subconscious where it has always hid, could never work. It cannot hide from a sentient, conscious mind. All it can do is lurk in the subconscious where it festers, if it is not addressed. Its success resets us into a sentient perspective on life.
Clarity fulfills the sentient state while, simultaneously, making way for love. A sentient state of mind that no lesser animal can achieve is required.
It doesn't happen because someone has been grinding away in your ear about how to exist in a sentient manner, or that 'all you need is love', as if it were there at your beck and call by thinking hard and working at it.
It springs forth from a sentient being that has fulfilled their sentience by retaining its self-respect and ability to think clearly for a lifetime, always seeking clarity amidst a backdrop of clarity as a foundation. Distortions, delusions, will be detected with ease in such an environment.
Our trajectory of life remains stunted by the animal's witless stubbornness: "we don't know and we don't wanna know." Wah, wah, wah. That's not Human. It is not even conceivable for a human, sentient mind.
Humanity cannot fulfill itself unless it achieves clarity. Only one subject impedes that clarity.
We shake our heads free of the stupour of the animal by learning how to succeed at love in its physical form and, voila!, we can take the human, sentient perspective of love.
One of the biggest problems is we were forced to define love in animal terms because we could not imagine what it really means to love in a sentient space. The animal's definition of 'caring' doesn't fit. It never has. It is not enough for a sentient race that knows better. There is more to loving than our ancestors ever imagined or animals even conceive.
We need to finally learn to rely on our human instincts of clarity rather than the stupefaction instincts of the animal.
The absence of fulfilling love and clarity, of course, radiates outward into every single one of our dealings, interactions, and relationships making for a very crude approximation of Human interaction.
Fulfilling the intimate relationship changes everything. Every interaction is changed.
The key that releases the flood gates of our humanity past the restrictions of the animal is loving coitus. We break the chains of the animal, once and for all, by being Human in the way that counts.
The stupoured state of the animal clashes with the presence of mind of a sentient race. The animal has to give way to the Human. Clarity typifies the Human state. Stupour is the animal state.
The human can finally communicate without all of the clamorous distractions. We have always needed to thrash our way through the lies the animal created in its shock after attaining human capabilities that can perceive Loving Coitus with clarity.
There is another vector we can follow on expectations, as well. I was thinking of a conversation that I had with a friend a long time ago.
Anyways, weird conversation that led nowhere except for my realization, now, probably ten or fifteen years later, that men are so convinced that they have tried everything that they quit looking a long time ago, like three millennia ago; and they all feel like an expert on the subject. They don't want to talk about it. A measly two or three minutes as the best to be expected was accepted blindly down through the ages. About three millennia ago, men gave up. Then, the excuses, paradigms of nonsense, and distractions from rational thought began and continues to flourish.
Our expectations are based on the animal's perspective on things reinforced by the incapability of our ancient ancestors to do anything about it. It was beyond their measure. Not ours. Men pursued muscle strength rather than mastery. Mastery is easier and changes the ground rules completely.
Men expect to fail at loving coitus. Once the male gender expects to succeed, everything changes. Everything.
Worse yet, is the insidious paranoia it causes in the male gender. One never becomes entirely convinced that one's own failing is common. The human sentient mind (rightly so) cannot comprehend the male gender failing at their physical expression of love. That is correct. The best our ancient ancestors could do about it was hide until it became comprehensible for an advanced sentient race (that's us).
What makes it really depressing is not that men have not been able to succeed at sharing, but that men begin to feel unworthy of (and maybe betrayed by) love (and life) as life progresses. Men's reactions to the impetus of feelings of unworthiness are a scattershot all over the emotional spectrum and our existence (think nuclear bombs). From feelings of defeat to the pompous, bombastic behaviour, it all has one source. It just gets worse as a man ages.
Underneath it all is bewilderment and confusion.
"That ain't right!" is the only acceptable reaction. I chased that phrase across a lifetime and, I think, unravelled it in a fairly comprehensive description of success in Explanations.
Complete success within two generations seems likely, once a few men decide they would rather love than hide.
It took me a lifetime just to figure out that it was a problem we had not faced and, in fact, buried beneath three millennia of shame. The post Explanations should ease the way.
It's a big deal. None bigger. It makes us Human.
We will finally treat our bodies, our lovers, life, love and exisxtence with respect rather than shame.