Neither This Nor That, Just Be

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The day man will stand on his own two feet and just be, neither man nor woman, straight or gay, religious or political, then man will become more whole. Then can we go pass the continual state of subservient slavery we have locked ourselves in.

When I came to this country where I live, people did not show who they voted for nor did they proclaim their religion as if it was a badge of honor. They did not talk about their sexual preferences either. They were just neighbors and went to work every day.

Thirty years later I came back and saw a very different country. The unruly children proclaimed clan affiliations. They were not Americans anymore but Irish-Americans, Italian-Americans, African-Americans. I felt strange. I was just an incarnated human being.

They proudly displayed stickers on their ancient and inefficient opposing piston internal combustion cars showing who they would vote for. Today, they even hold signs in front of their dwellings telling the world who they are voting vote. Maybe it is an ancient relic of hurd mentality, but seriously now, who cares who you vote for...

Back then, people voted according to what they believed. Over the decades, they were convinced to vote for the "lesser of evils". Fancy living in a world where you vote for the lesser of evils? I would hope for better than evil. Not my world, at least.

Looking around me, I see more people who are neither religious, political nor talk about their sexuality. Can you imagine an alien watching an Earthling proud of using its genitalia a certain way? Or who they have been persuaded to vote for and what religion they feel they belong to. As if you could be proud of having won some sort of genetic gene pool. Strange concepts. It must hide more than meets the eye.

Until people stand on their own embracing themselves, distilling their hard earn intelligence into the sweet nectar of wisdom, there will be people to exploit and teach memorable lessons. Politicians, religious leaders, and other power-hungry ghosts feed on slaves.

Sometimes I wonder if I am human after all. So my race kindly waits for enough people to make a difference to stand once and for all to say, enough is enough, you cross the line, this does not represent me or what I want. This is my life. This is my planet. This is my society. I am not for sale. Maybe tomorrow?