Day 60 - All Grown Up and Little

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 60, February 29, 2012

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When I grow up I would like to be all grown up, yet when I am all grown up I still want to be little too. Now that I’m heading for my 49^th birthday, I’m pretty sure that my body is finished with its growing, and I’ve noticed that I’m now shrinking and decaying rather than blooming. Now that I’m supposedly all grown up, I’m amazed at how immature many parts of me are. It looks like now that I’m all grown up, I’m not as grown up as I remember wanting to be. When I was a little boy I dreamed of having grace, and depth, and poise. Those were not my little boy words, but those are the words that went with the feeling of wanting to be a gentle man. I was introduced to plenty of supposed gentlemen as a little boy, but not one of them was gentle. When I would looked into their eyes I saw little boys inside that had not grown up all the way, I saw longing and sadness and angst and anger and fear and unfulfilled needs and aggressive libido. Those were not the words that went with the feeling at the time, what I remember was seeing and feeling “ichy” and “ouchy”.

Due to many years of therapy and growth of my own, now these feelings are coming conscious again, and when I look into my eyes in the mirror I see a child that has not grown up all the way. I see longing and sadness and angst and anger and fear, and unfulfilled needs and aggressive libido. I look into my own eyes and I see ichy and ouchy. I am so disappointed. I guess there is a lot more to being a gentle man then being a societal gentleman. Now there is a word to describe the fake behavioral results of the me that is hiding other issues and motives: I have become politically correct. I have become societally correct. I have become maritally correct. I have become parentally correct. I have become sexually correct. I suppose that it is bad enough to present a façade of a truth to others with a hidden feeling and reality, but it is catastrophic to present a façade of truth to self with a hidden feeling and reality, and not be aware of it. Most of my life I have been navigating without a compass.

Recently it occurred to me that that the feelings and reactions I see in others of my actions and behaviors is a kind of compass for me as a blind traveler. Mirroring myself in others lets me see things in myself that I am blind to see on my own. The risk is I suppose is that others are somewhat blind too, and are navigating with questionable compasses too, and the combination of a clowny kook mirrored by a clowny kook is clowny kooky indeed. It’s funny how people act like they are the only smart ones, they are the only ones who can get away with bullshit, or the only ones who can see the bullshit. It’s funny how I act like I am the only smart one, the only one who can get away with bullshit, or the only one who can see the bullshit. It seems like any kind of fake correctness is bullshit, and the receiver of the bullshit has a bullshit meter too, and is seeing and feeling the bullshit clearly, no less than I do when I look at it or it lands on me. In politics and society, in marriage and parenting, and especially regarding my sexuality, everyone I interact with sees the truth in my eyes and in my behavior, except me, and ironically the same works in reverse.

Are my political words really correct when I radiate secret hatred for all to see? Am I really societally correct when I hide my lack of society in my deviant behaviors that everyone can see but me? Am I really maritally correct with my secret, betraying thoughts and ideas that my spouse can see written on my forehead? Am I really parentally correct displaying my fake chivalry to my son as I pretend not to notice the sexual perfection of my 16 year old daughter, while they and everyone but me can palpably feel my perversion? Am I really sexually correct when my kind face and words are on a young woman, while my eyes are on her breasts and she can feel my impulse to grab her between the legs? So much for being a gentle man.

I still long to be all grown up as a gentle man, with all my feelings and behaviors honestly and transparently correct. I also want to remain little too. I don’t want to be stuck in immaturity and lack of growth, acting like I’m little out of sadness and angst and anger and fear and unfulfilled needs and aggressive libido. I want to feel little as if I am happy like a happy child, feeling peace instead of anger and anxiety like a happy child, I want to feel little with my needs fulfilled like a happy child, and I dream of my libido being loving and balanced from having been a happy child. To do this I need to grow up before I can appreciate my true and pure littleness. How can I grow up when I am blind and correct and full of bullshit, and a fake man who is not gentle?

For that I need me, and I need you. And for that you need you, and you need me. You and me are mirrors of each other and mutual co habiters of our Earth. We need to realize that we all have problems and issues that are not so different, and we need to all realize that not much of us is correct. We are all stunted little ones, wanting to be big and gentle, and trying so hard to grow up. And once all grown up, we will be able to remember being little ones and all the joys of true and pure correctness. To grow up I need to be as real and true and honest and transparent about myself and my feelings and behaviors as I can. I am not a gentle man and it is not my fault, I did not put that on my order form when I was born. My lack of gentle-man-liness is a result of what happened to me, and I can’t fix the problems if I can’t see them or feel them since I’m running around all correctly all the time bullshitting you, and getting the same from you.

So I am an ordinary man and I feel sadness and longing and angst and anger and hate and fear and unfulfilled needs, and a lot of aggressive libido. My eyes tell the truth of me, and if you can’t see it in my eyes then you have the same issues as me. I want my actions and behaviors to reflect my truth as much as possible, and whenever and wherever possible, and I welcome you being my mirror and bullshit meter to tell me and behave your same truth. I can’t promise that it is going to be pretty or easy, but I promise that we will feel real, and we will feel our faults and whatever humanity we have or don’t have. Then we can grow up together the right way and the real way. We can cry and scream and grieve our injured little ones together, and some day grow all the way up to feel purely and correctly and lovingly little.

Some day we can be a gentle man and a gentle woman, with gentle eyes. Some day together we can have grace, and depth, and poise. Some day we can both look at each other and tell each other that we are both full of bullshit. Then we can laugh and cry and hug. Some day we can be all grown up, and still feel little.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 59 - My Wolf and Me

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 59, February 28, 2012

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I would like to be enlightened some day. From my perspective all I have to do is die to become enlightened. Since this is my truth, I would now like to become as enlightened as a living soul as I possibly can before I die, and then when I die I’ll finish up the last bit. If I become fully enlightened I’m sure I’ll be dead, and I’m not ready to die yet. I would really like to prolong my living as long as I can, so I would like to stop just short of the whole banana.

My heart tells me that we are not here on Earth as living souls to become enlightened. My intuition is that Earth is a classroom where we souls come to de-enlighten ourselves, right back to the spot where we made it to the last time we were in soul class. Then, when we are back, we get to try and make soul-spiritual progress towards enlightenment, and if we ever get it just right, I mean perfect, “poof”, we are back home at one with the celestial bliss of Home.

When we are just ideas of our soul selves out there in One-Om-God land, we are absolutely blissfully and ecstatically One and Om and God. We are not With, And, or About One-Om-God, we are IT. We ARE enlightenment, and all of US soul ideas are One-ness with US. When we choose to de-enlighten and return to the un-One and un-OM and un-God Earthliness of Life, we are in effect in soul school. I would imagine that there are a lot of schools out there in the universe, and I wonder if Earth is one of those ivy league private high falutin schools, or if we are just some ratty inner solar system underfunded type of soul school?

Now that we are here, we are supposed to Live. Grace and farts, style and perversion, wonder bra and holy shit, this place is about Living. A lot of us do a good job at good, and a lot of us do a good job at bad, but most of us get to be wishy-washy on both sides of good and bad. Our Earth classroom is about all the awesome and putrid wishy-washy on both sides of good and bad, because out there as ONE, there ain’t no wishy awesome or washy putrid or good or bad. As God, all there is, is the IS-ness of IS. As a soul-earthling I want to know what is so bad about Loving and Hating and getting all bungled up for a lifetime in between? If life was so grand out there in the never-never land of perfection, what in fragrant disgusting carnation are we doing here?

So when we die, “poof!”, we are back home to ecstatic oneness with all. And sitting right there having tea with us recently departed, and laughing and crying arm in arm with us as soul-same-equals, is Mother Theresa and Hitler, John Lennon and Genghis Khan, all giddy for the ride to and from Home. “Now that was a ride wasn’t it! So what did you learn?” In One-OM-God land there is no good or bad, right or wrong, judgment or expectation, for true enlightenment left that far, far behind. True Love is true and total equal and unquestioning forgiveness and acceptance.

So how do you get to enlightenment? Bang! You’re dead. Yeah, that is one way back home, but shortcuts don’t accomplish much. The more you cheat the more you end up being held back in school and repeating grades. Besides, won’t you miss that favorite cherry on that chocolate sundae? Or all the sweaty, screaming, and joyous sex? How about skinny dipping at night in dark oceans and chanting the Jaws theme? Maybe the sight and sound of your baby’s laugh are well worth sticking around this crazy place for? Maybe distraught an agonizing destitution as Life is still infinitely better than un Life? I hope you’ll stick around awhile longer to find out.

There are many, many roads to the Oz-God we were back home, and it doesn’t necessarily imply that the road is paved with yellow bricks. The road in fact has plenty of shit that sticks to your shoes along the way. One thing is certain though about enlightenment, and that is that it implies wholeness, and unification of and with self, prior to and as a necessary part of the dissolution of self. Striving towards enlightenment on Earth is about regaining that which we already had as a spirit soul, but on Earth as a living, sentient, and breathing, omniscient soul (theoretically).

Practicing Om-God-One-ness in the moment, in full presence and awareness in the moment, without the reunification of true and whole self, both conscious and unconscious, is spiritual sidestepping. Spiritual sidestepping is definitely a road towards Oz, or the idea of the illusion of Oz if you are sidestepping. But without the full revelation of the entire unconscious self into consciousness, spiritual sidestepping spiritually sidesteps the spirituality of enlightenment. My heart tells me that the full and complete revelation of the unconscious mind into consciousness is full ecstatic presence in the moment of self, and the closest we can ever become to enlightenment.

The ironic part about “believing” or “practicing” is the inherent flight away from what is “inside” of us to fuel our defense into “believing” or “practicing”. A very beautiful lady in my life brought to my attention a wonderful Danish proverb: “You cannot run from the wolf, for the wolf travels with you”. The idea is that the wolf is our lost and hurt and angry and sad and frightened and longing self. We are here to live as wolves, and we are here to live as fawns, and striving towards peace and happiness and enlightenment as a fawn at one with the moment, without the carnivorous rage and wounded sadness of the wolf, sidesteps us and sidesteps our spiritual journey. All of self requires all of self, and when we practice or believe anything we cannot remember most of our self, and so we are believing and practicing blindly.

Me, I’m off to see the wizard just like you, which is all of US back together again when we all die. I don’t like to believe in made up ideas from other people, while everyone is my teacher. That is a conundrum. There has never been an enlightened soul on Earth and there never will be, yet everyone is a sage. That is another conundrum. If there is ever an enlightened one, he or she will go “poof”, and we’ll never know it. Such is the humility and grace of pure Love. I’m here to live, and like you, I’m doing my best. I’m actually proud to say that the end of kindergarten is in sight, and I can’t wait to behold what first grade has in store for me. I am now aware that I am here as a living soul to turn around and face my own wolf, feel my own wolf, make peace with my wolf, and bring my entire wolf conscious. That is a major feat indeed, for most of my self remains in guarded repression for my own survival, deep in my unconscious. No enlightenment can ever be attempted or accomplished without facing all of ourselves, especially our repressed and painful wolf selves.

I am here to Live and Love, but I am here to find out, “What happened to me as a fetus and newborn and infant and child to cause the vast majority of me to be repressed in my unconscious?” Meditation has no more value and place in any journey than heroine needles, believing in vengeance and living and causing pain has no less place and value than living Love or loving any believed God. Heaven and hell are here on Earth, and they both reside within our own psyches, the exact design of our classroom. I am so impressed by mystic-sage-guru-born-again-believer-on-some-path-out-there types, and I only hope for their courage and devotion to some kind of road. But I am tired of seeing repressed rage and sorrow in my own eyes, and especially not surprised at seeing so much repressed pain in the eyes of followers and believers out there. I feel that our own inner raging and grieving wolves hold the key to our enlightenment if we can only suffer and process them coming conscious. Being enlightened on Earth just means being completely whole again, and you can’t strive for wholeness by running from your own wolf.

And of course I already said that I long for 99.9% of the wolf and fawn together, almost all of the whole banana of enlightenment. When I get the last 1/10^th of 1% in a thousand more lifetimes of walking the yellow brick road with shit on my shoes in this classroom called Earth, I will feel the most ecstatic “poof” in the universe, just like you will.

In the meantime it’s chocolate sundaes and screaming sex, and lots of tears facing my own wolf. Maybe it’s more fun to take this enlightenment thing very slowly, for just Living is pretty enlightening.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 58 - Born to be Good

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 58, February 27, 2012

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There is a lot of hype in the parenting world about wanting our children to be “good”. I suppose wanting our children to be good is the opposite of wanting our children to be “bad”. If I had a black and white choice, I would choose a good child over a bad child. I would never have to make that choice, since there is no such thing as good or bad children, only good or bad parenting. We all have an inherent belief system that we carry in our own hearts and minds that we are born faulty, born unruly, and born in need of teaching and control. We learn this from our own parents, who learned it from their own parents, and so on, and so on. Great, great grandma and grandpa were made to feel impure and unworthy by their parents and their harmful religion, and taught to believe in an outside force, from parents to government to God, to purify their imperfection.

We are born and raised and spoon fed our defects and need for guidance and control since birth, and the religion that we believe in creates our belief in our badness, and therefore our need to believe in religion to give us meaning and hope for goodness. Everything in our lives relates to our servitude to our fallibility, and the need to reach out for the hope of redeeming ourselves with the belief in something outside of ourselves. In English we say that our children are raised or reared. In truth chickens, goats, cows, and pigs are raised and reared. Human children are guided and mentored. We are treated as goats and pigs as children, we have little value except to accept the values of our raisers and rearers, lest we return to our sinfulness for lack of teaching and molding. This is the largest tragedy inherent in all civilization, that we don’t believe in or trust our children, who grow up to be us, who have a lack of belief in and trust in ourselves. We are taught to believe that the God or belief or practice out there is going to help us or guide us, or save us.

The secret truth that you still know in your heart is that you are perfect. You were perfect when you were conceived, perfect in your mother’s womb, perfect at birth, and no matter what you have done in your life, at this moment you are still perfect. The children who have elected you to be their guides and mentors are perfect. They are not your children, they are their own children. These children that came into your home were perfect when they were conceived, they were perfect at birth, and they are still perfect at this very moment, no matter what they have done, good or bad. There is no such thing as a bad child, or a bad person. We have all been sold at auction into the slavery of our parents, our government, and our God. If we stop serving them, we feel unworthy of being just who we are.

We are all nouns, we are persons, places, or things. “You are a bad chair!” “You are a sinful tree!” These are ridiculous statements. “You are a bad child!” “You are a sinful person!” These are equally ridiculous statements, unless of course you believe them. When I witness people vehemently defending their inherent impurity and need to go outside of themselves for their own purification, I imagine a slave kissing the whip that is covered in his own blood, and justifying the need for more. I want to ask the poor child, “who taught you to believe that you are bad?” I want to ask all of us poor slaves, “who taught us to lose faith in ourselves?”

Our actions are our verbs. Verbs are action words. “You pinched me you chair!” “You fell on my head you tree!” Now that is fair and valid, and that makes sense. A chair that pinches you is not a bad chair, and a chair cannot be made responsible for its goodness or badness, it is just a chair. It is still an awesome and wonderful chair despite the pinch. A tree that falls on your head is just a falling tree, and even if our head hurts, it is not the tree’s fault. The tree will now save your life and keep you warm all through the cold winter, despite your headache. It is just a tree. The goodness and badness is just your belief system. When you pinch me, I say, “Ouch, that hurts!” What you did can be considered bad, but you can never be considered bad. When the beautiful child that chose me to be its parent hits me over the head with a stick, I say, “Ouch, that hurts! That is a bad action to do to your guide!” There is no way for the child to be bad, even if we believe that his or her action is bad.

This perspective shift is fundamental, but just agreeing with it or believing it does not take away that we don’t love ourselves, or trust ourselves, or believe ourselves to be good and perfect no matter what we do. We of course reach out to God or belief or action outside of self to assure ourselves that we are loved and good, and our acts beyond and outside of ourselves reassure us that we are not perfect or good unless we believe or act. We are in willing slavery to the servitude that purchased and raised and reared us, and wearing rose colored glasses we hope for love and acceptance and forgiveness from a source that usurped our own self love self acceptance, and self forgiveness, and everything remains rose colored.

For us to return to the heart of a child that knows and believes them self to be loved and prefect inherently, we would need to grieve and embrace therapy for as many years as we have been serving as faulty people, kissing the whip of servitude to our parents and society and religion. Our family’s and society’s biggest hope is to guide and mentor our children as best we can to believe in themselves as beautiful, perfect people, who at worst might engage in bad acts. We must shelter our children from our own slavery and servitude to our own parents, and to our government, and most of all to our own belief in God or religion. Our two thousand year old, archaic, mythological religions maintain us all in slavery to “other”, and to the need to seek something that ironically we were born with. A child left to find their own belief system without manipulation or coercion or molding will trust in the inherent goodness of self, long before we can heal or cure our lack of our own belief in self at the hand of God or religion.

There is no such thing as a bad person or child, and you have never been bad in soul and heart for a second since you were conceived. But you may have done bad things. Bad parenting is the verb of a good person doing bad things, and a child that acts bad is the result of a parent that acts badly. “Me” as good, who “does” unfortunate things, is still “good me”. Every criminal and criminal act, every aggression and every war, is fueled by the investment in bad as self, and the perverse demonstration of badness as self, both by the perpetrator and victim. This can be lived out on a personal scale or patriotic countrywide scale. We can take the gasoline off of the fire of our own loss of self and trust in self, and that of our fellow wounded ones in our world, that harness their badness for our belief in their and our own inherent badness. We can do this by accepting ourselves and others as good.

We are good and our children are good, and we don’t need any help from outside of us to be return to good, we and our children are already good. As for our acts that could be bad, we all need help from other good people who have done good and bad things, we need guides and mentors. We do not need to be raised or reared anymore. We do not need to be whipped anymore. And we do not need to kiss our parent’s or our government’s, or our god’s whip anymore. Let’s just say we are good. Let’s just call it good.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 57 - Hens and Eggs

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 57, February 26, 2012

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Here we go with the age old philosophical debate of what came first, the chicken or the egg? It would be better to re coin the great philosophical conundrum to say: what came first, the hen or the egg?, since male chickens don’t lay eggs. So, what came first, the hen or the egg? Now, we’ll add my personal metaphors for the sake of this essay, that the chicken is the woman, and the egg is her son. What came first, Momma, or the son that she raises to be a Papa and inseminate a Momma? You could go round and round on that philosophical ferris wheel for a long time. If a Momma doesn’t lay her son the egg, how can he grow up to inseminate females? If he doesn’t inseminate females, how is the female going to become a Momma? Yikes.

Let’s forget the misogynistic and chauvinistic world of the three not so great religions that unbelievably purport God as male and man to be first. That works good for the guys, but what about the gals? Any woman that believes God to be male and man to be first is at once denigrated, and the first self imposed victim of misogyny and male chauvinism. Any man that believes God to be male and man to be first is the first misogynist and male chauvinist, but this idea is well known. Men are misogynists and male chauvinists. We say that this is a man’s world, and we are aware of the fact that women are gaining in power and acceptance as equals. That is a very funny statement. If we have the three male centered religions as a backdrop, we now have the philosophical statement: “The male egg comes first, and the hen afterwards”. I say try and tell that to the hen or woman. With the three male centered archaic belief systems still as backdrops, women are only hens and are a result of males. That is a very funny statement. Anyone who believes that women are hens and a result of males has never had a mother.

The term for a woman hater is a misogynist, and misogynists are male chauvinists. It is well documented how certain men hate women and, as male chauvinists, treat them secondarily and subserviently. All one has to do is read the three primary religious texts to find the roots of males that subserve females, from God down to Son and all prophets, and anyone of any power, all males. And then we have the poor innocent hens that lay us godlike men who grow up to be misogynists and chauvinists, and who subserve innocent and victimized females. This is beginning to sound very strange. A world filled with big, powerful men, and all the little well meaning women sadly victimized in the background just waiting for recognition. Anyone who believes this has never had a Momma.

How many of you readers know the term for a man hater? You might think that a feminist is the term, but a feminist is the female version of a male chauvinist. The term for a man hater is a “misandrist”. There are as many misandrists in the world as there are misogynists, actually, maybe a lot more. With a male god, male god’s son, and every one of any power or rights throughout history being male, in a man’s world of misogyny and male chauvinism, there are at least as many misandrists in the world as misogynists, but probably a lot more.

So, let’s evolve our philosophical hen and egg dilemma: Who came first, the misandrist or the misogynist? Maybe we should look at what causes a misogynist or misandrist to go any further. The key word is hate, and so what causes a man to hate a woman, or woman to hate a man? Hate is not a thing, but the result of a thing. It is possible to produce hate, and it is possible to unproduce hate. Hate is just a result. The thing is Love. You cannot produce Love, and you cannot unproduce Love. Love cannot be a result. Love is and was and will be, no matter what you do or don’t do. Hate is simply the result of hurt and angry Love. The thing is Love, and when it becomes hurt and disappointed and lost, hate is produced.

A misogynist and male chauvinist man is a man who is hurt and rageful at women. A misogynist and male chauvinist man is a man who is deeply Loving and in Love with women, but who is deeply hurt, and disappointed, and angry at women. A misogynist and male chauvinist man turned to hate and denigration and mistreatment of women is a result of “the” woman who hurt and disappointed and enraged him. If a man is the male egg, and if a man is misogynist and male chauvinist, he was created by a hen, his Momma. Mommas create misogyny and male chauvinism in their sons.

A misandrist and feminist is a woman who is hurt and rageful at men. A misandrist and feminist woman is a woman who is deeply Loving and in Love with men, but who is deeply hurt, and disappointed, and angry at men. A misandrist and feminist woman turned to hate and denigration and mistreatment of men is a result of “the” man who hurt and disappointed and enraged her. If a woman is the hen, and if a woman is misandrist and feminist, she was created by the male egg, her Papa. Papas create misandry and feminism in their daughters, the hens.

Every man on Earth is a misogynist and male chauvinist to some degree, and the degree depends on the level of pain and disappointment that he feels regarding his mother. The worst mothers produce the worst misogynists and male chauvinists. Every woman on Earth is a misandrist and feminist to some degree, and the degree depends on the level of pain and disappointment the she feels regarding her father. The worst fathers produce the worst misandrists and feminists.

Everyone hears about men as misogynists and male chauvinists and what they do to women and how and where and when and why. And thanks for that. Men need to recognize their hate and behavior towards women and his own daughter, and how they as men are simply hurt and disappointed when they loved “her” so much. Hate can be undone with grieving and healing of the heart, and Love for “her” will return. Everyone knows what a seducer or womanizer or ogre or bastard or whore monger or pervert man is, but they are only the extremes. These and all men, to a degree, have terrible pain regarding their misandrist and feminist mothers, the cause of their hatred.

Everyone sees the woman seducer and manizer and woman ogre and bitch and slut and whore as a victim, and the result of his misogyny. How clever of her, and how lethal to him. It is very difficult indeed to see a woman’s hatred openly like you can see a man’s. She is in fact a misandrist seducer, hating manizer, misandrist ogre, hating bitch, misandrist slut, hating whore, and her acts and behavior are weapons against men, and most lethal of all, towards her son. It is time to hear a lot more about her as hater and perpetrator, and not just as victim. Women need to recognize their hate and behavior towards men and their own sons, and how they are simply hurt and disappointed when they loved “him” so much. Hate can be undone with grieving and healing of the heart, and Love for “him” will return. These women are only the extremes. These women and all women to a degree have terrible pain regarding their misogynist and male chauvinist fathers, the cause of their hatred. It is very difficult indeed to see the horrendous and subtle repertoire that women have to hate men and in the end create woman haters out of his wound and disappointment. She then is seen as victim, enraging her victimized man.

So now our question comes to, “who hurt who first to cause who to hate who first, to cause who to produce the next generation of who hated who first?” I say what we call it a tie, and admit that hateful Momma produces hateful Boy, who grows up to hate Women. I say that we call it a tie, and hateful Papa produces hateful Girl, and his false, bias religion and world enrage Momma to hate Boy. And on and on it goes.

Momma is attracted to a man who hates her, and Dada is attracted to women that he hates, and they raise daughters who hate men, and sons who hate women. In actuality, Momma is attracted to a man that loves her, but that man is very hurt and angry deep inside about his own Momma. Dada is attracted to a woman that loves him, but that woman is very hurt and angry deep inside about her own Dada. Baby boy or girl simply download and inherit and live out the paradigm of their Loving parents, deep inside feeling hurt and hateful at each other, and maybe knowing it or showing it obviously, or in many hidden ways.

So what came first, the hen or the egg? I say that the man loving hens arrived here on Earth miraculously out of the sky with millions of others, all pregnant with sons, and she and they loved him and all the hims. And then we all repeated all the Love. Cool. That is the end of that philosophical conundrum.

See you tomorrow.

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