To Thy Known Self Be True [sic] is cadged from online comments similar to “no, notta, uh uh” that evidence a poor grasp of the written word. As noted in my earlier posts, there are elements of haste, there are mishaps with autocorrect, but overall we are laying bare the growing illiteracy of Internet commenters (and hastily edited reporting too]. We used to be a nation of readers, and reading helps writing. In a verbal exchange “notta” can pass for “nada” but splats flat when written.
Shakespeare wrote this fatherly advice in Hamlet. To thine own self be true.
It’s amusing to stretch To Thy Known Self Be True into advice for serial liars and cheaters who could save us all a lot of time by admitting their natures: first of all to themselves and ultimately to those at risk from their deception. As Popeye put it, “I yam what I yam, and that’s all what I yam.” This phrase from a theatrical cartoon in the 1930’s shows up in modern culture with nary a citation to the racist “entertainment” even if voiced by a character who eats tin cans. “I am what I am” has become a well-known musical product to echo the self-determination even Olive Oyl stood for.
Skin tint, regional speech, tolerable drift from any norm are big flags in our cognition system. Humans evolved these senses in concert to seek allies and to identify aliens. We can be too quick to judge, and that means not only the prejudice to exclude but also include (“our type”), based first on the surface. At the core is fact, gender-race presumptions will weight fact with preference because it is encoded, then reinforced. How do we nurture our open minds while we meld into our improved selves?
We are evolving a new human face, genetically, mixing the races at a chromosomal level. We evolved in pockets of land that are now connected by travel, our sperm and eggs cross-pollinate as usual, one to one, in a specific place, but we are capable of transnationality. Again, the idea is to know the elements that go into your making but use your intellect to guide your soul.
We need a universal language, an enculturated behavior to give peace a chance. This shift comes on a personal basis, on your own thinking and behavior. Time to take inventory and form a stronger you, discarding outdated notions and pre-judgments. Notice who is good to those around them, judge them on that. Pay attention to a series of choices. Introspection and self-assessment are not only for the young, it’s a long game for most of us and we have to acknowledge how society changes around us as do our own circumstances.
The obvious evolution of television from the closed networks of mid-20th century into the new millennium online alternatives and outlying networks give us plenty of perspective, and like any diet should be mixed. No single source of ideology or protein serves the complex human body and soul, so be wary of those who claim it will.
#readmore #thinkmore #feelmore
He thundered into me, rumbling & rolling between my legs, then flipped me off my back moving into then through me, beyond my surface.
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Some folks make love; some folks make trouble; others love trouble. Few understand you don’t always match, can complement to thrive.
I knew from a seeking kiss that things would end but I would not (could not) interfere with its course, this was our seasonal bloom.
You herded your doe & the fawns onto the elevator, a domesticated buck, a man in flip-flops, with a pocket full of penis on alert.
I hear your heat & see your hunger; it is my intention to arouse you for the benefit of us both. I am not a selfish fucking animal.
Hairy chested, thick legged man-beast worthy of my deepest, wettest sex; I’m open wide to feel his sac shift against my heated core.