One Love at a Time
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Once again into absolute darkness my mind wanders endlessly. This time I come bearing a 3am cat.
Coon cat senses your searching.
And I thought it was just that I’m in his chair. This is where he sleeps at night since it’s been getting colder.
You don’t know why you’re here.
No one knows why we’re here. We have male. We have female. If you made us in your image why did you break us in half?
If I didn’t know what you meant, I’d be laughing.
Seriously, whatever you are, we have religions treating women as if we have no leadership skills, no brains and no soul. Men won’t allow women to do more than have children. Good God! We have over 7 billion people. The last thing we need is more children!
I can tell you have a lot to get out of your system.
Oh, this is just the foam roiling up on an ocean of questions, frustration and disdain.
Somewhere under that roiling sea, love still remains.
At this moment, all I can see are the reasons why a sea of humanity is nothing short of the universal family disappointment.
You—all of humanity–chose to break in half what I made whole. You chose to use that dichotomy to explore life.
The imbalance is killing us. Half of the human race is misunderstood, maligned and enslaved.
Which half are you talking about? The men who are told never to cry, the ones watching their wives go through childbirth wishing they could take away some of the pain, the gentle souls with delicate balls hanging from sensitive places who cannot, for a moment, show anyting less than confidence for fear of disappointing their families?
No. The woman who are shoved into the stereotype of wife and mother, the women who should’ve been physicists but ended up having children they didn’t want, the women who are stuck in countries where they’re always being told they’re substandard emotional gossips. The worst gossips I’ve ever met are men. Try telling them they’re gossips and they say something derogatory like, “You’re just a stupid woman.”
Do you know why men don’t understand you?
Because they’re not women.
Why don’t you understand men?
Marriage is like talking to someone who thinks you’re a private in his 2 person army.
When a man has so much pain in his heart that he can’t, by the laws of his culture, express it, how do you think it expresses itself.
Not in ways a woman wants to see. This is a violent world where compassion, love, empathy and trust are about as useful as a target on your forehead.
When you’re frustrated beyond your capacity to express it, you cry. When a man is frustrated beyond his capacity to express it, he explodes.
He calls crying a woman’s weakness, but if he explodes into war, he calls it a just cause.
You don’t have to be beautiful in the eyes of others to be beautiful in the eyes of your soul.
What does that mean?
It means that once male and female appreciate and understand the beauty inside each other, humanity will be whole again.
I’m petting my cat right now. The more I know about people, the more I respect my dogs and cats.
Why do you think your coon cat is rolling around your lap purring?
He’s trying to comfort me. Or he’s trying to get me to vacate his bed. At night he considers my chair his bed.
Do you love him any less for it?
No. He’s a cat. That’s the kind of things cats do. I can’t dislike him for who he is, just appreciate his being.
Exactly.
I’m not as easy to forgive a man who beats a woman half his size and beats his children while telling them men own the world because they’re better. If a man meets a grizzly in a Montana forest and he doesn’t have a weapon, does that make the bear any smarter than he is? What kind of coward condones rape and calls it marriage? That’s what it is when he gives his daughter away to some friend and doesn’t consider that she might want to be a doctor, nurse, professor! What kind of man murders a woman’s soul and thinks God told him to do it?
Your species creates its own dogma, gravitates to its own religions. I’ve told you before: You have free will and I can’t interfere. I can only guide.
Why?
What part of free will don’t you understand?
All of it. Not that I want the opposite of free will, but why can’t there be something in between. Why can’t a good and loving God intervene when the Hitler’s, Stalin’s and Religious extremists get out of hand? Oh, and I can’t forget the political extremists either. Between the gun control in the US and the uncontrol of ISIS we’re setting ourselves up to repeat history again.
You think that history rewards the ruthless tyrant. But remember, there are still Buddhists among you and their way of life is quickly becoming widespread.
Sure…until extremists running the gamut–from atheists who want to kill all those who believe in God to religious fruitcakes who want to kill everyone who doesn’t–go pouring into other countries, purging peaceful people and spreading their brand of “truth.”
In 50 years, is it really going to matter?
Not to me. I’ll be dead. But it’s going to matter to my grandchildren.
And when the world is a lifeless rock circling a dead sun, will it matter?
Yes. While we live it, life matters. And if we’re not thinking about how life is going to be for our progeny 10 generations in the future, we’re a bunch of selfish bastards who need to die off and give dogs a chance to become the dominant species.
Feel better?
Yes. It feels good to get this off my chest.
Do you feel how relaxed your kitty has become?
His paw is on my heart. Awwww, he’s purring so beautiful. How cute!
That’s how the world becomes civilized, one love at a time. Go back to bed, while your mind is at rest.
After I finish petting a kitty.
Sometimes what we all really need is a good dose of 3 am kitty.
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You’re correct. I highly recommend it, too. 🙂
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Whoa. Deep stuff.
I do more self talk than writing when it comes to things like this.
Maybe I should write it down and let it evolve into something more mellow.
Or get a cat. Except I’m allergic. *grin*
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Writing it out helps a lot. Then, I use my text reader to listen to what I wrote. Everything that comes out is what you see on my blog, with the exception of the glaring dyslexia induced errors (like writing “dog” instead of “god”, or “was” instead of “saw”, or “satan” instead of “santa”) Some things HAVE to be changed so they’re not misunderstood. 🙂
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Satan/Santa. Love it. *grin*
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This is another lovely post, Florida. I responded to your comment on Another Glitch – can you tell me if you received a notice?
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Thanks. 🙂
I don’t see a reply to my comment on Another Glitch anywhere.
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I’ll let WordPress know – thanks 🙂
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So frustrating!
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What the world needs is more cats that allow themselves to be petted to calm down the popularity.
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Yes. Anyone who hates cats must have an attitude adjustment immediately. Love the purr….love the purr…love…:-)
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Yes, the purr and the looking into one’s eyes and the licking of hands. I am always grateful that an animal allows us to put our loving hands on its body without even asking. Our Gabriel, who is a coon mix, seeks it out, banting and burrowing into my lap or arm to be petted or brushed.How can one not love cats?
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I have Other Brother Coon Cat on my lap as we speak. Ah, the comfort of purrs, the nudging of fingers as I try to type…what’s not to like. 🙂
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This post speaks so honestly. I stare at the looks on the refugees faces and nine times out of ten, they are the faces of men. Where are the women? Why are the young and able bodied ones those being photographed?
Bombs, food shortages, European countries becoming overwhelmed, and what are we doing? We are doing little. Did we not begin this push for exodus. Did we not try arming both sides and wait on the sidelines to see who would fail at our ways and take up our ideals? Where are we now? No one speaks of our interference, only of ISIL. The smog will clear one day. Our story is hushed as if we had no part in any of it.
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Where are we now? I’d say we’re paralleling 1936 Germany. And Rome before it was sacked by the Visigoths.
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We are drowning quickly in a sea of egos and greed. Heartbreaking, because we never learned our history, and therefore we repeat it.
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The wisdom has been there before us since writing began. We just keep thinking, “That’s never going to happen to us.”
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Yes, you’re right.
An ego is an awful obstacle to climb over, under or through, and in the meantime we watch as our world literally obliterates before our eyes.
Heart wrenching.
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