I wish that people could live forever. That hell or the thought of hell didn’t exist. I wish that we were made out of iron. We are conditional because of our fear of getting hurt. So if we were made out of iron, and couldn’t get hurt then we wouldn’t shun anyone. Imagine being iron man/woman and working with a person to teach them something, and even if they got frustrated at having to adapt to so much and they start hitting and becoming harmful, since we wouldn’t feel it, our patience would be never ending, we would actually work with people. If we never got hungry, sick, or sleepy and were made out of iron, THEN there would be world peace. It is because we are of skin and bones, that can get hurt, that love becomes an illusion conditional on a person being pleasing to the senses, productive, and harmless. It is because that we can get hurt that we seek protection by being agreeable to our higher-ups, because we want to seek a reward that lasts and to avoid pain or punishment. It is because we can get hurt that we are self-preservative, necessarily selfish for our survival’s sake, looking for what is convenient to us. If we were made out of iron we could live without the fear of con artists, we could be everlastingly patient without the feeling of dread from senses being displeased or bored. If we were made out of iron then love would exist for ALL people not biased upon being pleasing, productive, harmless, related, or hand-picked by us to display our affection towards. Skin and bones and its ability to perceive pain is the reason behind conditional acceptance, as we witness in this life. Although some say that it is because of pain that we call some feelings “pleasure”, that we wouldn’t know pleasure without pain. Yet still my hypothesis in my mind remains, if we were not skin and bone out of self-preservation we wouldn’t shun others away, for we would fear no pain, since we could never feel it. Out of fear comes conditional acceptance. Out of conditional acceptance comes our agony when we think thoughts like, “Why didn’t they like my work?”, “Why do they always ask for more?”, “Why is it all about what they want?” Money, survival, and the demand of who is in power. That’s why. Actually, you know what the answer is? We are made of skin and bones, not iron. Only then could the illusion of unconditional love, acceptance, and patience legitimately exist. Not actions out of fear for self-preservation, or in defense of those who we find pleasing, out of our disgust with displeasure.
