We live and in many instances, simply to promote the chemical reaction that occurs in human flesh. Our flesh having a neural sense of both pain and pleasure seeks pleasure and avoids pain. Our survival is ensured by listening to and dealing with, hunger and thirst. Our future is ensured by sexual coupling and nurturance. The rest, and I mean all the rest, is a result of the extra time this lush environment afforded us, to evaluate more stable survival means. Humans stressed out of their previously comfortable environments, by climatic change, beyond their normal migrational range, had to be inventive or perish. Our fragile young require much care and feeding, and to remain inquisitive and inventive require a healthy genetic inheritance, and a healthy investment in terms of education. We are such social animals that we populate our inner states with characters to cathect or loathe, with dreams when we sleep. Scientists recently tested young people in love, the most extreme of pleasant emotional states, and found that "in love" operates out of the planning and execution parts of the brain; that "real love" (whatever that is) happens much later. Scientists have recently hooked up Tibetan Monks to monitors to discover that long time meditations actually alter the structure of the brain. There is a method to our madness, always. I think that life is much more an open situation, than a purposeful situation. Human males would like to understand everything, typically to be able to control their environment, and their comfort. They seem more comfortable with the idea of a purpose to life, and a bigger male identity that they can appease, and flatter, for personal gains and comfort. Human females typically nurture the species, and try to get everyone by, and keep it civilized to protect the lives of those they are bonded to. They have to put up with spiritual control concepts, because it keeps the men in line, somewhat. I view it as something they have to endure, and if they could; it would be gone in a heartbeat, and we would all just live, and nurture and go on. Their is no purpose to life, there is the process of life, and purpose puts an end on the sentence, that has no end. I do believe in a larger field of energies that we use, or that use us to interface between the physical and energetic parts of the universe. It is plain that it is all the same stuff, and life, or the quickened state, seems to be the energies that keep our big chemical reaction online. Some time ago, we developed our own, internal fire, when we became mammalian. I have always wondered about the Prometheus myth, was the sin then, when we became detached from the immediate warmth of the sun, for our survival, rather than needing an external fire to survive, we developed the internal fire we now carry? I am convinced that myth is ancient history, and some of it is scientific. Had we remained cold blooded, then maybe we would have better matched the needs of this planet's web of life. Now we run everything for our convenience, rather than relying on the hospitality of our sun, we have made idols, camp fires, furnaces, streetlights, and so forth...Perhaps the worship of the sun, was a remainder of our more reptilian past, and the worship of man, and his imaginings, more a mamalian self determination, brought on by our perceived independence.
