Desire Wednesday, August 24, 2005 6:41 AM
Sometimes a topic distills out of life’s daily unconnected occurrences. I am not a big fan of intelligent design but themes at times take over—songs, TV, people in the streets and correspondence all reflect a common message. It is a testimony to the richness of life that chains can form to give reason.
It also gives argument to my growing belief that it is impossible to reason when it comes to getting our needs meet. Any argument can be derived from the truth, requiring a moral framework devised by religion, to keep up from diverging too far from society’s rules.
For me to understand the actions of others I needed to dispense with a moral judgment and evaluate their impact on me, for I could not be objective and would be better severed by fulfilling my own needs.
Then, for example, if there is no morality why don’t we exploit youth for our own prurient purpose? This issue was raised with a discussion of contemporary males. I have been writing to them about loving woman in every conceivable way and the issue drifted down to the lower age boundary. The conversation was particularly relevant to a friend with teenage daughters.
This weekend I entertained two eight year old twin nieces. With their long blond hair dressed like little vixens it is clear that they will break many a man’s heart in their lives. I could appreciate the women they will become without interest in exploiting their innocents. I never have had interest in children or men and regrettable in my life have denied my passion for appropriate females.
These emotions are natural and real it is only when we attempt to constrain what is in our hearts that perversion occurs as what happened in the Catholic Church. I might appear to be taking a pompous position of moral superiority but that is not my intent. Those whom have strayed from their values have lost confidence in life’s purpose.
Our heart and our mind can revel in the wonders of it all. Within us are genes carrying on to the next generation. The world is being enriched by a lyrical display of harmony and confusion. We need not forsake it on an attempt to feed the self.