When I was told to tell "them", meaning all of you, of course, about the source of the cloud that does not bear water, I forgot the one thing about God that almost everyone else overlooks, but which is the one thing I vectored in on:-
God is first, literal, practical
and then of course, He becomes hyperbolic, symbolic, but everything that He does is rooted in everyday practicality.
So, in case you do not yet know; for a cloud to even form, for a cloud to even be, there has to have been some kind of dirt which found its way into the atmosphere, and around it, water droplets coalesce, and then, if the dirt is of sufficient quantity, the droplets then say, drop? yes, lets...and they do. Drop. As rain, or, if the temperature is low enough, they fall as snow.
But there has to be a bit of dirt, see? Something that is where it is not supposed to be.
So, when it comes to myself, and I am still here, and God responds to my puzzled question about, really, what the F.U.C.K [from For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge...a police acronym, meaning unnatural or unpermitted sexual intercourse] I am still doing doing nothing in South Africa, God says to tell you how something that can not be actually is.
So, this is a cloud that does not have dirt in it, basically, yes, and which, therefore should not be existant, but actually is, yes?
The only way to properly explain that is to ask everyone to look at how animals reproduce.
take chickens for example.
look at the cock with its red crwon thing on its hed, strutting and loud and proud in the yard, and then, all of a sudden, it pounces on this little hen, this poor pitiful hen, and takes the scruff of the neck of the hen, mounts it over its scolding, and then, in two seconds flat, does the deed, and then strutts off, pleased with itself, while the clucking hen is left, no doubt feeling violated.
later it lays eggs, and, well, with a beginning like that, can anyone wonder that hens have that put-upon-attitude when it comes to their young?
Seems like reproduction is a serious, war-like business, yes?
Check even your fun and friendly pet dog...even the mouse-like chihuahua which would not harm a fly. When it scents a female Doberman, for example, in heat, do you think it will cower? Hell, no, this is what it will do: it will even look for a stool if possible, and because the hormonal changes make the killer-dog's own judgement unreliable, even to itself, the dog will probably lie down so that its strnge craving will be satisfied...before the natural order of things is restored, of course, in which case the chihuahua better stay far, far away, for its continued good health.
In simple terms, I am saying that, it is with intense astonishment that I find that every male creature in whom there is a 'breath of life' only has sexual intercourse in an 'unnatural' bid to humble the female. And at other times completely ignores the female, or despises it.
Except that, being someone who does not have a need to one day harm a woman and the next have her close, but rather to have an enemy properly identified as an enemy and a friend distinct from the enemy... this 'unnatural' law does not affect me.
I am a simple guy. If I like someone, then it is permanent, but if I do not like someone, then the 'high spots'...those days when the person does something that does not offend me, DO NOT atone for the fact that there is no consistency. I will still hate the person evn in laughter, and I have come to the point where it is intolerable for me to keep on compromising.
Come on, I am a guy who can not even properly come, because I do not want to humiliate a person. Strictly speaking, if a woman, be she on top or beneath, can start moaning, I have to know it is with pleasure, otherwise I will not even carry on.
Another problem is that even when a woman is beneath you, she will, if she starts enjoying herself, no doubt start comparing you with previous ones, and she may say something like, ' Oh this is the best sex I have ever had', and that, far from complimentary, is actually, to me, derogatory, because, sex with me would be NOTHING like she has ever had before.
I have known what it feels like to be burdened, humiliated and forlorn, and the grief I have has made it impossible for me to want to bring the grief I feel to another human being. I do not want a child, because if I had one, then he/she will have a part of me in him/her, and is genes are anything to go by, even a tenth of what I see will make anyone else crazy.
So, I chose, early on, not to be involved in the games that people play, and, in my fumbling way, was looking for people that I could, in a sort of turning-my-back-on-the-past way, bring pleasure to, so that even my own wounds would not remain gaping, festering.
Because I have as much right...more so, actually, than anyone else to be alive.
Thinking of this over the last few days, I first, exploringly and in a tell-me-if-this-is-crazy way, told God that if and when I get to Alaska, I would not want to have any animals near me, because I would not be able to endure seeing other animals humbled.
I was willing to even forgo milk and cheese, which I love, just so that I do not have to witness the unnatural madness.
God was very pleased
Because you see, He said to the man that he may eat of every green thing that does not have the breath of life, but must not eat anything with blood, since the life of anything is in its blood.
So, I will be a vegetarian, and, actually, there will be no other creature that 'lives', but such as I let live... and I am talking about beautiful, sexy, virgin [at first] women.
Of which I am at ten.
Doubtful that there will be more, because I think that 'by Saturday' [which, I do not know,but every Saturday seems like THE ONE, sometimes] everyone will know my name, and I will not be anyone's friend. Except for these ten.
Anyway, God knows the time. I just want my peace.
God is first, literal, practical
and then of course, He becomes hyperbolic, symbolic, but everything that He does is rooted in everyday practicality.
So, in case you do not yet know; for a cloud to even form, for a cloud to even be, there has to have been some kind of dirt which found its way into the atmosphere, and around it, water droplets coalesce, and then, if the dirt is of sufficient quantity, the droplets then say, drop? yes, lets...and they do. Drop. As rain, or, if the temperature is low enough, they fall as snow.
But there has to be a bit of dirt, see? Something that is where it is not supposed to be.
So, when it comes to myself, and I am still here, and God responds to my puzzled question about, really, what the F.U.C.K [from For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge...a police acronym, meaning unnatural or unpermitted sexual intercourse] I am still doing doing nothing in South Africa, God says to tell you how something that can not be actually is.
So, this is a cloud that does not have dirt in it, basically, yes, and which, therefore should not be existant, but actually is, yes?
The only way to properly explain that is to ask everyone to look at how animals reproduce.
take chickens for example.
look at the cock with its red crwon thing on its hed, strutting and loud and proud in the yard, and then, all of a sudden, it pounces on this little hen, this poor pitiful hen, and takes the scruff of the neck of the hen, mounts it over its scolding, and then, in two seconds flat, does the deed, and then strutts off, pleased with itself, while the clucking hen is left, no doubt feeling violated.
later it lays eggs, and, well, with a beginning like that, can anyone wonder that hens have that put-upon-attitude when it comes to their young?
Seems like reproduction is a serious, war-like business, yes?
Check even your fun and friendly pet dog...even the mouse-like chihuahua which would not harm a fly. When it scents a female Doberman, for example, in heat, do you think it will cower? Hell, no, this is what it will do: it will even look for a stool if possible, and because the hormonal changes make the killer-dog's own judgement unreliable, even to itself, the dog will probably lie down so that its strnge craving will be satisfied...before the natural order of things is restored, of course, in which case the chihuahua better stay far, far away, for its continued good health.
In simple terms, I am saying that, it is with intense astonishment that I find that every male creature in whom there is a 'breath of life' only has sexual intercourse in an 'unnatural' bid to humble the female. And at other times completely ignores the female, or despises it.
Except that, being someone who does not have a need to one day harm a woman and the next have her close, but rather to have an enemy properly identified as an enemy and a friend distinct from the enemy... this 'unnatural' law does not affect me.
I am a simple guy. If I like someone, then it is permanent, but if I do not like someone, then the 'high spots'...those days when the person does something that does not offend me, DO NOT atone for the fact that there is no consistency. I will still hate the person evn in laughter, and I have come to the point where it is intolerable for me to keep on compromising.
Come on, I am a guy who can not even properly come, because I do not want to humiliate a person. Strictly speaking, if a woman, be she on top or beneath, can start moaning, I have to know it is with pleasure, otherwise I will not even carry on.
Another problem is that even when a woman is beneath you, she will, if she starts enjoying herself, no doubt start comparing you with previous ones, and she may say something like, ' Oh this is the best sex I have ever had', and that, far from complimentary, is actually, to me, derogatory, because, sex with me would be NOTHING like she has ever had before.
I have known what it feels like to be burdened, humiliated and forlorn, and the grief I have has made it impossible for me to want to bring the grief I feel to another human being. I do not want a child, because if I had one, then he/she will have a part of me in him/her, and is genes are anything to go by, even a tenth of what I see will make anyone else crazy.
So, I chose, early on, not to be involved in the games that people play, and, in my fumbling way, was looking for people that I could, in a sort of turning-my-back-on-the-past way, bring pleasure to, so that even my own wounds would not remain gaping, festering.
Because I have as much right...more so, actually, than anyone else to be alive.
Thinking of this over the last few days, I first, exploringly and in a tell-me-if-this-is-crazy way, told God that if and when I get to Alaska, I would not want to have any animals near me, because I would not be able to endure seeing other animals humbled.
I was willing to even forgo milk and cheese, which I love, just so that I do not have to witness the unnatural madness.
God was very pleased
Because you see, He said to the man that he may eat of every green thing that does not have the breath of life, but must not eat anything with blood, since the life of anything is in its blood.
So, I will be a vegetarian, and, actually, there will be no other creature that 'lives', but such as I let live... and I am talking about beautiful, sexy, virgin [at first] women.
Of which I am at ten.
Doubtful that there will be more, because I think that 'by Saturday' [which, I do not know,but every Saturday seems like THE ONE, sometimes] everyone will know my name, and I will not be anyone's friend. Except for these ten.
Anyway, God knows the time. I just want my peace.
