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"The Hitchhikare's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on love: Avoid, if at all possible." ~Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005)
Love. .....Why?
Love, love, love. .....Why?
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. .....But why?
Why is so much emphasis put onto love within the human perspective? What do we gain from it? Humankind is obviously a very irrational creature, but this defies irrationality. Love is beyond logic, but also beyond illogic. The dictionary defines love as: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another. Yet this same book also records it as: sexual passion or desire. But in the human race, sexual sin is shunned by morality, whereas sex in the name of love is not. What has conspired to determine that love should be such a key defining point; that men and women should be compelled to feel affection for each other? Especially before performing a largely natural action that is instilled within nearly every living macroorganism? And why do millions- nay, billions of people respond harshly to the same feeling of love if it is felt between two of the same gender?
Love is a burden only, and nothing more. It's use is limited, being only established in order to lengthen the time people spend together. It is fought for, and defined with all of the power of linguistics that humanity has ever had on it tongue-tip. But we also seek to restrain it with one hand, while using the other to pen essays that tell our fellows to seek it with all our heart in all forms. The race of man is itself now founded on reason; or so we love to remind ouselves. But yet, we still act like savages: our refusal of animalistic desires acting as the animal skins with which we clothe ourselves, and our embrace of a false sense of intellect being the cave drawings we amuse ourselves with.
We seek within ourselves the balance of entirely objective thoughts that shall lead to an eased aquiesance of our primal survival instincts, but we are holding ourselves back. We are binding ourselves to a painful system of emotions; acting like whimpering dogs on a broken leash, too afraid to go any further with the tough guy act and see what lies beyond the open fields. I sit here now, using my grasp of linguistics, my objective viewpoint to type out this essay as a calling. A calling to "Joe the Plumber", to the scientists who dignify themselves as falsified rational creatures, to the men and women all dancing faceless upon the stage of life.
We are coming upon a crucial point in our ever-spinning saga; to another of the two-way forks in the Earth's destiny. The death of Alexander the Great, Jesus and his principles, the fall of the Roman Empire; these have come and gone, with all of humanity given a choice based on limited views. But no, we have the information, we own the ability. Man must choose on which path he will settle, and must choose only one. Shall we walk down a road of blooming flowers and shining trees, with animal spirits forever hunting us in the shadows? Or will we embrace our full talents? Will we go down the road of metal and steel, of wonders beyond our imaginations, towards a world in which we all have no fear of the animal spirits? If we travel a path of glittering gold, of shining silver, and malleable metal, we must first cast off the emotional blanket which obscures our sight. Society must adapt and evolve; we must overcome the weakness of irrational love and petty emotions, and we must head to the greater calling!
 The_True_Ouji-sama · Sat Mar 20, 2010 @ 01:39am · 0 Comments |
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