in what world is it possible to completely do only what one wants to do & to not have to do what one doesn't want to do. wake up in the whenever & it is just perfectly the way one wants it & that goes on all day long & at the end it is just perfect to lie down & nod off (the "me"). or to be always awake & it is all perfect nothing that's not perfect ever, constantly changing perfect because it has to change, keep us amused, otherwise we'd get bored, not perfect.
i'm going to write about sex eventually in this series. it turns out that sex is like the raspberry on the top of the everything cake. great simile: unmistakable flavor, some think its too much flavor, don't actually like it, can get seeds stuck between teeth, could be thought of as problem. could neglect to clean it out, cavity develops, lose a tooth, get an abcess, go septic, die. why never to eat raspberries.
so i'll continue poking around at the bottom of the experiential pile, the food layer, until it naturally evolves into a consideration of secondary activities.
they are going to find chemicals that reliably turn off sexual attraction, or that change the pheromones to be repulsive rather than attractive. women will be able to put on a perfume that will make men slightly nauseous when they walk by. chemical niqab. chemicals that reliably make people superbad & you just point them & they attack. real aphrodisiacs of course, that the victim can prevent with a lotion or a pill. chemical wars purchased at the chemical war store. maybe cortical separators like the memory suppressants we have now. take a pill, go to work, work all day or all year or the whole life, don't remember any of it, the self-aware "me" absent, the social me fully competent, an army of chemically compliant biobots. a nation. chemicals in the water, everyone get up go to church sunday on knees and pray chemicals. don't call them drugs. medicine. for antisocial tendency.
a cursory examination of yuckiness. we did not shrink from poop when we were babies. smells had to be damaging for us to try to get away. ammonia. the culturally determined set of smells & smell producing behaviors that we learn to go yuck to. we did not start out yucking to poopy smells. we learned how to want to upchuck in the presence of, say, shit on the floor, the smell as we are dutifully cleaning it up. make me want to puke. learned. babies don't care.
i read that 95% of the mass of human poop is bacteria. it is food for bugs, the bugs can be eaten by fish, we can eat the fish. pigs would gladly eat it too, then the humans could eat them if they wanted to, or it could be composted, eat the peaches. radio story today about how "the public" hasn't been able get its head around turning sewage into drinking water, it can't get the thought of the poop out of the thought of the water. a set of people who will not consider the issue. too yucky. absolutely don't want to talk about it.
don't want to talk about it subjects. how to deal with the other people & the self aspects of aversion. that's what this blog is about.
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