(Thoughts) “Dying a little Inside.” I follow the intersexual conflict, just like

(Thoughts)
“Dying a little Inside.”

I follow the intersexual conflict, just like I follow ideological, institutional, political, and international conflict.

Fundamentally my work in decidability is a subconscious desire to end ignorance, error, delusion, bias, deceit and fraud so that we can cooperate on truthful reciprocal terms. Because I don’t like conflict. Especially dishonest conflict. I’m only good at it because I hate it, and that’s the only way to overcome it.

I was just listening to a chat. My takeaway was that something died inside with every tragedy I experienced. Divorce, Illness, the immorality of the financial sector, the injustices done to my people by activism’s utopian abuse of the empirical common law. My own government coming after me when it was to blame, and my government coming after me more so when I sought to correct it – what Shakespeare meant with:

— “For Who Would Bear The Proud Man’s Contumely (insult), the Pangs of Despised Love (Divorce), the Laws Delay (Courts), the Insolence of Office (Government), the Spurns that Patient Merit (tolerance) of The Unworthy (immoral) Takes. … who would these fardels (bundle of burdens) bear … ?” —

All true. He closes with:

“Conscience does make cowards of us all”.

But this isn’t quite true. For some of us, we may die a little inside with every injustice and hurt. But some of us are not whittled away to resignation but spurred further to reverse the injustices – at any effort and at any cost.

If maturity consists in our love of nature, life, and mankind, and our optimism and tolerance dying a bit at a time, then perhaps we have set about producing the wrong conditions of maturity.

I have learned perhaps too much in my life, and spent the past years seeking solutions to the mounting crisis – but I’m no different from others who in similar phases of their civilizations have sought to capture practiced wisdom lost in an attempt to restore it – only to have it help the next iteration of civilization.

The lesson of this century is one I have no promise of correction nor hope of retention: the female intuition is as destructive to the polity when unleashed as the male is destructive to the society when unleashed. Male violence has no place in the family and society and female irresponsibility and sedition no place in economics and politics.

I prefer my women on a pedestal. But they have destroyed the illusion men have used to sculpt it. And I do not see a positive solution other than open recognition and embodiment in law.

A little bit more dying inside.

Cheers
CD