Presumption of ugliness
How can anyone know what is in the mind of someone else? We have an obsession which actually shows us that we have not developed anywhere further than the sensual, that we are bound to this planet 🌍 rather than to have a celestial destination because we cannot think further than the end of our noses.
Women are sensual beings perhaps a little more than men, but the difference is men are of the moment, women are hopelessly devoted to their crescendo never ending. But it does! Sadly! We then go back to living in hope, whiling away our hours of life until our next crescendo, and for men their next moment.
Everything about life has a very real masculine identity, and only secondary a feminine one. Most sports have a masculine identity- the goal! It is not so clearly feminine because it is a finish. The game itself might be feminine because it races on in search of the next goal 🥅.
Drawing a philosophy of being alive and feminine is most certainly the most difficult task which is probably why most women are the homemakers, looking for the security of a nest. Oh I know there are feminists ripping their hair out that I dare to “let down a century of feminism “ but what has really changed about the truth of life. Men still see women in a misogynistic way because they believe that the world is their place to play, and women should be in the nest, or near it picking berries or baking, or some such thing while they are hunting.
Human life, despite the games we play with feminist ideals and gender identity and all the other short term idiocies, has not changed much in millennia because we are tied to our biology. We cannot change it! Our hormones are distinct and unalterable productively. We cannot change anything for the better. We are bound to fail, or to eradicate the genome 🧬 which gives us our future and perpetuates our struggles.
As despicable as the idea might seem human physics and chemistry support the biology and we are bound to the Earth 🌍 as it’s natural inhabitants with the countless species of life on its surface, and perhaps living in the dark of the strata and the oceans. We still live in caves, not so much made by Nature but the artifice of mankind, bricks and mortar, concrete and steel, but still a cave. Our security is dependent on the cave, and on our use of fire 🔥 in the pursuit of all we have in this existence.
So we exchange opulence and other flimsy creatures of our minds, for the next stage in what we know as existence - breathing and thinking, doing. We cannot but fantasise about our life as the ultimate consciousness, to be human is to be kings of the earth. But how did we get here? How did humanity find a planet that would support our existence? What is the purpose of life? We know that having offspring is the continuation of human life, but to what ends? The masculine urge for a goal means humanity has to find the answers that we want but do we really need them, or do we need to find different questions?
Women are sensual beings perhaps a little more than men, but the difference is men are of the moment, women are hopelessly devoted to their crescendo never ending. But it does! Sadly! We then go back to living in hope, whiling away our hours of life until our next crescendo, and for men their next moment.
Everything about life has a very real masculine identity, and only secondary a feminine one. Most sports have a masculine identity- the goal! It is not so clearly feminine because it is a finish. The game itself might be feminine because it races on in search of the next goal 🥅.
Drawing a philosophy of being alive and feminine is most certainly the most difficult task which is probably why most women are the homemakers, looking for the security of a nest. Oh I know there are feminists ripping their hair out that I dare to “let down a century of feminism “ but what has really changed about the truth of life. Men still see women in a misogynistic way because they believe that the world is their place to play, and women should be in the nest, or near it picking berries or baking, or some such thing while they are hunting.
Human life, despite the games we play with feminist ideals and gender identity and all the other short term idiocies, has not changed much in millennia because we are tied to our biology. We cannot change it! Our hormones are distinct and unalterable productively. We cannot change anything for the better. We are bound to fail, or to eradicate the genome 🧬 which gives us our future and perpetuates our struggles.
As despicable as the idea might seem human physics and chemistry support the biology and we are bound to the Earth 🌍 as it’s natural inhabitants with the countless species of life on its surface, and perhaps living in the dark of the strata and the oceans. We still live in caves, not so much made by Nature but the artifice of mankind, bricks and mortar, concrete and steel, but still a cave. Our security is dependent on the cave, and on our use of fire 🔥 in the pursuit of all we have in this existence.
So we exchange opulence and other flimsy creatures of our minds, for the next stage in what we know as existence - breathing and thinking, doing. We cannot but fantasise about our life as the ultimate consciousness, to be human is to be kings of the earth. But how did we get here? How did humanity find a planet that would support our existence? What is the purpose of life? We know that having offspring is the continuation of human life, but to what ends? The masculine urge for a goal means humanity has to find the answers that we want but do we really need them, or do we need to find different questions?
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