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Ah, the intrinsic nature of gender difference, eh? Yin and Yang, positive and negative, nature versus nurture? I have known conflict, and for a
male such as I... it is born of darkness and hate, a solitary purpose, a singular drive to eliminate that which speaks of your own elimination. A defined and easily identifiable foe, with ideals separate and purely foreign to you. For males, it is the enemy that gives purpose. The "other guy", "the one not like me that seeks what I have", "the goal, the hope, the
intangible... ", "the prize I can win", "the conquest of the unknown".
All our lives as men, we are told to be strong. To conquer, to understand, to overcome, to adapt... to survive. A warning of prophetic knowledge passed from empty heart to newly sired soul. Men, at the truest and most noble point, are cursed with a singular purpose and the most closely hidden secret of all XY chromosomes. We, all of us, my darkened and most pained-self most of all are born... and more importantly, molded into... unchangeability. Men are incapable of change, in every dark and wicked function. They are shaped into statues that no one, other than similar males could understand. I know, perhaps too clearly, that weakness and the most primeval instincts are to provide, protect and love. We are born to be the metal that a wiser hand shall wield. Which, current dogma of Neo-feminist pop, would on the surface disagree with... Men, despite all of your experience, all of your learned history, all you may have felt at the hands of calloused naiveté... are at the very core more feminine than any woman of human progeny. Men are the catalyst; males are born to see the strife of the road ahead. Men, at the very darkest and simplest level, are the very essence of that which hormones have given you. Science has firmly established, that all human children are born female and that only the addition of certain hormones will result in a male child, a process less than half human feti survive. We, flesh of simple carbon, born of compatible gametes, are so similar it is frightening. But the world, nature, "Life" itself is a system of trial and error. Ever seen a Dodo bird, ever fled in fear from a T-Rex, ever stood before the starving faces of those who are, by choice or birth, your own? No, and unless the very darkest of Independence Days descends, we- who are no more or less than the fire-seekers and cave-painters of millennia past, find the very essence of society: religion, civilization, conflict, hatred, love, charity, desire, lust, loneliness, greed, sloth, pride... every division we could have possibly devised is all derived from the source. A singular cut, a profound schism in purpose and perception. We are aware we all different and curse the other side for it. How many puzzles would be solved if the pieces refused to be placed? All humans are born, with a three hundred foot hole in the core. We are designed, educated, and reinforced by those we meet (whether Homo- or Hetero- or Asexual) that life is a return to that which we are born with; comfort, security, love... but in every function we seek that which once we knew. We are born with everything and quickly learn emptiness, and spend our lives seeking every possible avenue of assuagement of that fundamental wound. Drugs, Alcohol, Sex, Career, Religion, etc. We- all of you, all of me, all of her, all of him- are fatally flawed, if one would believe an engineer's perspective as the truth... the truest truth is that we are not weakened or flawed or inherently unworthy.
Humanity is the answer. Life is the question. Reality is an on-going research project into all the unknowns. Humanity is the answer to a question that has, so far, been merely hinted at and can't be defined. Humanity is the pursuit of what all of us are born to seek. We are the dreamers of dreams and singers of song. The struggle, and sadly most the pangs of life, are the doors to which we were designed to find and open. Whether it is for us or our ancestors, or our descendants
are most likely, we are the bloodied and triumphant metal from which all further life is derived. We are the ladders on which Truth and Purpose will trod. -C.A. Wooding
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