The Paradox and the Crux

  It has taken me fifteen years to overcome the shock enough to articulate that, when we suppressed the issue, we also suppressed its resolution.  It has taken me this long to be able to put it in such simple words.

Can you begin to imagine?  We have been hog tied for centuries, if not millennia, away from the simple realization that we are masters of our muscles rather than slaves  to them, like an animal.  The twist that it is a matter of not using some muscles delayed its realization considerably.  Ironically, the more difficult realization is that it means the fulfillment that anyone in their right mind would celebrate.

Something so stressful that we suppress it for three millennia is, by definition, important.  The suppression of the subject also forced the suppression of any serious study of its nature and our inevitable success.

What I discovered about muscles and coital bliss is not rocket science and, yet it took me about ten years to get to the bottom of it.  

The confusion surrounding the topic because of the suppression is bewildering in itself.  We have accepted the stupour of the animal as if it were our own.

Our nearly mindless ancestors suppressed the issue because it was nearly impossible for them to pick up sticks, much less realize the counterintuitive nature of success at loving coitus.   While it's simple to understand in retrospect, it was not so simple for me to get through the three millennia of gibberish we cooked up to cover our tracks.

History, instincts, ecstasy, shame, the misdirect that reinforces the delusion and encloses the issue, and the inability to get beyond the pretty lights and tinkly noises and think things through, kept us on the wrong track laid down by the animal.

    The realization that really struck me of late is that making loving coitus work is counterintuitive.  The idea that the only way to succeed at coitus is not to squeeze, not to flex certain muscles, has been a real curve ball for humanity.

We kept following that animal track while our sentient capabilities, awareness, and perceptions continued to diverge.  Our sentience has been on a curve of improving perspective and increased clarity.  It has all been blocked by the inability to piece together the mystery of coitus.  A blind spot in our midsts just perfect for causing a train wreck of sentience.  

       It is a mystery no longer.  It can finally become the loving act that everyone has always expected it to be because that is what it is intended to be.  Nature provided a sentient race with that which the most loving act imaginable requires.  True intimacy rather than a rampart wall built between the genders that assures the blunting and dulling of our very sharp sentient state of awareness.