My main problem with detective mysteries, well, I guess actually the main problem I have with the whole way we go about life, is that we reinforce the influence of the past. We have done it before, therefore, we will do it, again. We will always do it.
It's not a big thing to me, just one more indication of how messed up we are. We reinforce the way we were rather than seeking the way we should be. Ruling out any chance of peering at a future clear of our past.
We've had Stalins always. We should be used to it. The pompous animal rules the humans that believe in something more because the humans can't prove there's something more, so they make shit up.
I used to worry that I set off this latest firestorm. I never took it too seriously because the fewest have ever read anything that I've written. And, even if they did, I cannot see how any but the blindest animal could walk away without a seed of Humanity set.
Anyways, I started to wonder if it isn't the opposite? Did the conditions that led to the rise of maniacal behaviour, insanity, inhumanity, and pompous asses, once again, also lead to the requirement of its opposite? Someone that doesn't consider it all a bad joke. (shades of Dorsai!)
Maybe I'm asking too much of humanity. I know the nameless fear down to the bone, but I also showed the way out by not bowing down to my animal past or the fear. I put a name to the fear. Hardest feat of a lifetime.
I won't say it was easy but it was easier for me than to live a lie. The real question is can man own up to its fear and its failure long enough to break the chains of our past?
It seems we are close.
Have you noticed how the most awful experiences for the human race have begun to repeat every one hundred years? The worst part, of course, is that it gets worse every time.
humanity is learning to believe that it is no more than an animal.
The one hundred year cycle we face today is no coincidence. We forget, over the span of three generations, just how awful humanity can act because all of those that lived through the last period of unconstrained hate are dead.
We are approaching a limit of sorts.
We will break that hundred year barrier once we figure out how to become Human. Or, we will bow down to the animal, once again, and all of the havoc it creates.
Once again, I have to repeat that I am no fan of left or right. They are both part of the problem. They both feed on so much nonsense that I would choke.
Funny how both extremes end up killing lots of people.
I know. They started it.
Humans will have no need for such tactics. No attempts to train Pavlov's Dog will be required. Pavlov's Dog will be a thing of the past.
We have to move on from constraining the animal. We need to begin setting the Human free to think. Three thousand years is enough of the animal rule, right?
Can you imagine if we set the Human free of rote (also a gift from our ignoble past) and free them to think?
The animal wants the rules pre-written regarding what it means to be human. It is trained into everyone so early that they never have to think about it. All because we have not been able to face one truth. The two sides have different views of what it means to be human. They are both wrong (also noted in one of my earlier books).
It is all rote of the highest order, whether it makes sense or not. Drill the tiny human early and often to avoid the subject that confounds.
Everyone suppresses the issue that counts.
All takes on the subject of Humanity are based on the past, half-truths, and outright lies. Everyone allows the real issue to remain absent. In its absence, there are no answers, just half-truths that apply only to an animal. That which is absent is what I have been writing about for fifteen years.
Sorry, I know I am asking you to think but, sorry again, it is the only way ... to be Human. It's tough on you, I'm sure. Being raised by animals and all.
Back to detectives for a minute. Detectives solve the superficial mysteries but change nothing. No one ever attempts to resolve the real mystery of why we remain such a mess when that is not our destiny. So, the detective mysteries go on ... and on ... and on. Not much of a detective in my estimation.
I was going to use this as the title but decided it makes a better denouement.
Hey, hey! we're just monkeys
Hating everything that we see
We're too busy screaming
To pay much attention to thee
Maybe you don't know the tune.