Even though sometimes I may come off as a “negative nay sayer” or perhaps “jerk” do not forget the fact that I love humanity as a whole, I love life as a whole, I love the planets and the universe(s) altogether, I love knowledge, wisdom, imagination, creativity and original thought. Quite simply put, I deal with facts/truths and truths sometimes as “negative” or hurtful as they may seem or sound, need to be said.
Keep in mind that lies are comfort; truths are discomfort.
The fact is, this society and reality are not too much of “living” or “life” as it is so much death. Too much suppression of creativity and original thought in this reality. There is no freedom.
As Bill Hicks has said “You think you’re free? Go somewhere without money.”
Has anyone else realized that humanity does not bat an eye lash when the geniuses or wise men are alive? But then when they die all of a sudden everyone loses their minds, they miss them, they give them their well and often deserved recognition.
Take Robin Williams as a most recent example, a great comedian yes but off the screen/scene while alive. He then died suddenly and unexpectedly, his quotes and wisdom then flood the picture.
He gained much/more recognition through his death, the majority if not the whole world knows we lost a great man as they do when we lose any wise man or great mind. Yet still, hardly anything if nothing changes.
I have come to the conclusion that wise men/geniuses must suffer the criticism, labeling, demonizing, lack of compassion and recognition while alive, to become legacy and legend through death.
Like the quote says though. “You do not know what you have, until is is gone.” I learned this for myself through my own personal and recent experience.
It’s a pride thing. If men love other men then it’s seen as “faggotry”, “gay”, etc. And women only love themselves.
So yes, great men are only vocally adored after death, not while alive. And there are no great women, because women do not need to strive to greatness while depending on their inherent, inherited beauty.
Great men and thinkers often do not enjoy the fruit of their labor while alive. Instead the scavengers feed off their corpses and pick the remains apart.
We know it’s not, it’s a lot of people/majority who perceive it that way and in a negative bitter manner. Nothing negative about love, one of the things we are here to do. Nothing stupid or “Gay” about loving brethren and fellow race.
At this point in my life, I’m under the impression that only a rare type of man is capable of “loving another” or loving another entity as much or more than himself.
Women generally love themselves, or their biological progeny, which is merely an extension of self love. Ergo, women are incapable of loving another who is estranged to her.
Therefore homosexuality, the love of ones own gender, is feminine by definition.
Only man’s love is capable of selflessness, universality, and grandiosity. This makes Man the highest artifice with the highest capacity of artistic capability. When mankind applies this artform to romanticism and humanity, then this exposes the ‘Aryan’ nature of noble blood. An “ubermenschen” is a type of man that raises all other lifeforms higher, as a result of this intrinsic, instinctive drive. This is Man’s highest willpower, transcendentalism.
I didn’t realize that that word even existed. Perhaps someday someone will come and eradicate it from the English language. But I suppose that like beauty, ugliness has its place in the world.
Without a word like the one used above, how could we begin to appreciate and understand words like say compassion, mercy, inner light (ok two words) …
I may be wrong here but I think love is simply love. If gay men and women love one another, it’s still simply romantic, sexual love.
Straight men and women - real ones - are still capable of loving those of their own gender. It’s called platonic love or maybe altruistic love.
If you consider the divorce rate between straight men and women and how that love is so capable of dying out, so capable of being destroyed in a heartbeat simply because of this picayune thing or that, and then perhaps compare it to some of the relationships or marriages between gay people - relationships which have outlasted those of the straight people, Then what is more important to look at - the love or the people experiencing or not experiencing it?
I think that sometimes our perspectives, our attitudes about love, about gender, come down to eventually reaching a maturity of awareness and understanding. If we do not understand something, we will have a fear of it and a wrongful knowledge of it.
Oh, I am not discounting the fact that there may be ugly too. I know that it’s an axiom but how would we really know beauty/ugly save for the other. It’s just that we need to examine and discern what is - is not - truly ugly. I love the snowfall. I love it when it is so white and pristine on the ground. But I don’t like it when it remains and it is so terribly bleak and dirty. But it’s not really ugly its just not so white and it is dirty. That could be said of a little kid making mud pies but wash them up and behold - what do you see? Maybe not a very good analogy but anyway…lol
Beauty and ugligness is in the mind of the beholder, and within the brain patterns which have become embedded within us.
I would hope that both children would think their mud pie was a beautiful work of art. If not, what do you think would be the reason for the other to think it was ugly?
Well then, he or she has to find the kind of friend who can teach him/her lo the ropes and the value of getting dirty in the mud while making mud pies. After all, what is childhood about but making mudpies, snow angels (I’ve made a few of them myself all grown up), playing in the autumn leaves, dancing around in the snow.
They might not value it at all, they may see it as not fun, but playing video games/games as fun. I knew a child who did not like to get dirty even when the parents told him to go play in the mud/outside and what not, he did not want or like to get dirty.
I like laying in the leaves and going out in the snow, but some people might not.
Wise beings don’t condemn, they try to help the ignorant, but the ignorant/misinformed reject and fight them.
A wise being will admit to his mistakes, they will then thank and appreciate you for pointing out their errors. It’s called humble, self humility.
“Ignorance is bliss”. Not to all those who stand outside of it’s illusive walls, it’s hell for them. Most of the time being wise/aware beings who stand outside.
One child might think the mud pie is a beautiful work of art, another might think it is ugly for their own reasons.