Come now, a man that encourages a woman to question her motives and examine her limitations in thinking, to broaden her horizons behind the narrow confines of her upbringing and sheltered point of view can only be seen as a nightmare by the truly wretched.
Have you ever tried just going for a hike, to a distant spot only you know about, for the sake of watching the sun rise? To see the light turn silver to redden and golden hues, dew drops scattered on rocks and leaves? Wind picking up, clouds coming into definition as the stars fade away. Every nerve in the skin tensed and pricked up, feeling temperature and wind.
The way you limit your thinking here is horribly confined. Your capable of great humanity, you see life through statistics, everything is categories, inherited from other people’s classifications, unjustified as they didn’t arise in your own experiences, neither bottom nor end. World doesn’t spin by the motions of a Marxist synopsis, it is known through intimate experience.
You sense I know this, as your every attempt to try to dislodge me is pointing scattered brained at the rare attempts you’ve made to engadge with the world. You kill cats, but “humanely” via statistics, but showed a gay dog as proof of your humanity. Doesn’t begin to excuse the killings though. You proudly support abortion, but take civil right stances… obviously abstract and alienated from reality… out of touch causes like police brutality. The spirit of man is the spirit if these causes. The individual has no soul unless seen and classified. Even your attempt here… “I’ve been places”, so have I. Your instinct is to compete with a checklist of places you’ve been too, that you believe I haven’t, right? This makes you more real? It doesn’t. It makes you immoral, cold, cruel, lifeless. You have awareness of the circuits on the right side, you see enough of them in me to make efforts to try to upshow me. You want to ever up show me, prove your equally the master of both. You constantly wound yourself by not be bracing both aspects of yourself. Its not just a matter of How, but also Why. You never consider this, it’s WHY you consistently lose your arguments. Its part of the reason your sterile in confronting Satyr. Its remains half of who you are, however much you try to avoid it, and it’s the better aspects of who you are. Its personal, physical compassion, not a physical utilitarian minded statistic. (cue the speech of indignation, and two times you’ve ever gave into it and helped someoneand, and the Mandala of compassion you got off a Buddhist… not enough, playing with schema isn’t the spontaniety of moved, unexpected sincerity).