Betrayal

 Betrayal

I have tried to pin down that feeling that one gets when they first confront the seemingly bizarre reason that humanity is such a mess.

In retrospect, I realize I had the same feeling when I first realized what was wrong with humanity.  Maybe the biggest difference is that I had been looking for what is wrong with humanity.  It still dogged my steps for the last fifteen years.  That should have been a clue for me long ago.  Mostly, it just enraged me because I realized I had been duped for a lifetime.  But, still, it lurked.

I've often called it dumbstruck or dumbfounded which, I think, is true enough.  But, it's more than that.

It is something that dragged on my thoughts for most of the last fifteen years, made it most difficult to penetrate the stupour.  It lurked behind the scenes.  In essence, it is the stupour.  I've mentioned it in a few posts of late as a feeling of betrayal of my gender.  I now realize it goes even deeper than that.

There's a feeling of betrayal in believing there could possibly be anything wrong with coitus.  It's a stupid thought.  It is the thought of an animal.

All of the creepy feelings of shame, guilt, and the inability to express oneself on the subject of the failure of coitus to achieve a human, sentient, rational status comes out in so many indirect ways.  

Now, I realize all of those indirect implications are the sentient properties of the human race attempting to express its dismay in the backdrop of the stupour holding us back.  We have only protested the awful state of coitus with our feet, never daring to open our mouths to mention it.

See Thinking It Through for some solid examples.  It sums up to a mysterious feeling of betrayal of the human race.  It is, in fact, a betrayal of the prehuman race to which a sentient race owes no allegiance at all.  It is the bond to the animal that we are no longer that has put us through hell for millennia because we never accepted our sentient state's capabilities to transform coitus into something Human.  Not with pills or surgery, but with the Human will, intellect, and capitalizing on what Nature provided to a thinking race of beings.

We can't even talk about coitus but can't cease talking about sex.  It is almost like a comic routine in which we run through all of these antics while ignoring the source of dismay.  I can picture a clown looking everywhere but at the source of our problems.    All because we have not been able to talk about it.  It's just not funny at all.  

It hasn't ever been a topic of conversation.  But, the whisper campaign has driven us mad.  

The fixed mindsets on the subject of sex never go anywhere near the source of the troubles: coitus.  There lies the problem that we must confront.  How do we confront that which is critical to our existence?  By embracing the sentient, thinking, sensitive creature that Nature has always envisioned.  The clown's protest, in so many ways, is expressed by avoiding the prehuman madness rather than confronting it.

Yes, coitus makes babies, but that is not enough for a sentient, highly aware, highly evolved race of beings.  We will remain mad until we confront the issue and resolve it decisively.  

The realization that coitus had something missing (for a sentient race) was such a surprise to a race that was still witless animals when they first gained their advanced state of sentience that they could not face it.  We still haven't faced reality because the stupour is reinforced every time we attempt to confront the awful state of sentience rutting coitus causes.

Because it is so important to an advanced state of sentience, we can never leave it alone.  Sentient awareness continues to pushed back on the stupour.  The misguided and embedded feelings of shame, guilt, and betrayal of the animal continued to hold its own.  Until I came along.  I still wonder if the human race will succeed at penetrating the stupour at this point it time?  Or, will we piddle ourselves to death?

Behind that feeling of betrayal is the stupoured thinking of an animal that, without coitus, we are done.  

While that is true, the only way it comes to that is if we continue to hide from the truth.  A sentient race requires more and it has the tools to attain it (clearly, I am not talking about a pill but our humanity), if it doesn't destroy itself first.  

It is interesting to me that those that have already betrayed the animal's edict that "sex is only about making babies" are just adamant about not accepting the truth.  I have explained why that is the case elsewhere, like Thinking It Through.

Pavlov's Dog has been trained to not think at all on the subject of coitus.  The animal has remained convinced that there is nothing to be done, and it fights tooth and nail to hide from the sentient realization that coitus must become more.  Distractions, violence, and lies are its usual witless methods to avoid the subject.  Shout it down, keep prehumans ravening.  Keep them thinking witlessly.  Never, ever allow them to take the time to unravel the mess that our predecessors left for us.  What a plan.