I understood that I wasn’t going insane and found myself in the center of the event. I saw figures revived right before my eyes. I noticed that a saved people stood on the right hand of Christ. They paced to heaven. But upset men from the left side endured demon torturers. I felt intense cold embracing my back. I wasn’t capable of saying anything. With far-reaching strain, I observed how oncoming images refused to fade, yet expanded over me. It was the first time I’d felt such palpitation. But what was happening in my thoughts horrified me. It was a mirage of words and phrases accumulating inside me. The sin, justice, greed, wedding with love, career, impunity, job, happiness, fate, divorce with hate, kids, betraying, and war continued to bombard my head with no stop. In the same moment, I sensed how bodies raised from the dead showed no joy of revival. The terrified faces and poses seem to wait for the Day of Anger. But my anguish brought me the understanding of my struggles.
Then, I felt an inexplicit thing push me from inside with a loud moan. Moving even my lips was impossible. I felt warm streams of tears soak my cheeks, and scenes of all my living sins flashed before my eyes. They were like a flock of birds flying over me. I heard, “You did it, only you did it.” It was the sins I committed at ten years old, a moral fall at fourteen, wrongdoing at seventeen, twenty-one, thirty, forty, and the next, next, next, and more, more, and more. Even as I tried to stop that, to my embarrassment, I reminded myself what a shameless dog I was. Now, if I regard it with self-evaluation, I regret, regret, and regret… I woke up as if receiving an electric shock. And when I came to a full perception, I found that I was lying on the bed in an ambulance. And as I sensed a warm bandage on my forehead, I realized there was a needle from a dropper in my right hand. I also understood that my chest had been covered by a balmy blanket. Then, a doctor with a heavy Italian accent said I had lost consciousness when my head hit the marble floor tiles. He informed me that, due to the blood rushing from my mouth, they must bring me to the hospital for a recheck. After five more hours of checkups and treatment, they discharged me. I rushed to my hotel like a meteorite. I ran to New York in a tick. But I need to ask you—which expression do you think pounded in my head like a hammer? Man, that word is forgiveness. It piqued my mind like a weight. Yes, it was forgiveness: as leniency, pardon, grace, remission, and excusal—whatever you name it. And that followed my body like the radiance of enlightenment. It was like the sound of a recondite shiver of incredible relief and clarification. You can’t see it in my mind, but after all that, I became an entirely new person. For me, it was even getting fresh blood infused into my veins for life. Have you ever seen the happiest human being on Earth? It’s me.
When he left, I realized I was changed by this story. The word forgiveness also triggered something in my head. His lucid situation was matchless, and I admired his brilliant example as a chance to alter. We all face such irrational things when receiving such a startling tribulation. And it’s like you never know what can astound you with improbable help:
It converts your cynicism to considered calmness.
It uncovers your unexposed urbanity.
It tunes your temper to soften by tweaking your heart until it is happy to discover your restoration as an entirely
NEW MAN—as deserved.
If I invite you to share a problem you experienced, that was solved by an unexpected wonder-blast, would you like to answer questions about the revelation?
Is it true, no real help comes from relationships or your closest
ADVICE FROM FRIENDS?
Do you have guts for noble deeds as a price for
the CALMING-DOWN CURE?
Have you ever met an active man who changed attitudes by superb revision and became the
ENTIRELY NEW MAN?
11. Male Marriage
If I invite you to discuss a node:
GET a GENERALIZATION
MAN’S SENSUALITY as LOVE
LOST WOMEN
WHY NOT?
I hope it would be a sharing of thoughts about why today’s idea about male marriage works like a magnet to moot concepts.
Pendency.
Is that interesting for you to reevaluate the controversial issue of men’s love and their marriage? If your position today is intransigent, would you like to think about it in extraordinary ways? The clauses “not at all” or “why not” are dated. It’s only for changing the world by any means that we must admit: it’s still a problem for most people, or we are close to a metamorphosis of opinions. I have no intention to agitate you, but compromises always win. I hope not officially and only for a better humanitarian approach to that question, but regardless, we have to act. For example, can we take the first step toward a deeper understanding of it all and announce a new upcoming societal display? It means those modernistic families of man-man or woman-woman had better call the self-satisfaction family, philanthropic-liberal link, obligation-plight each to another unit, collaboration-correspondence family, no pretentious self-expression family because such families exist as full members of our society whether we like it or not. So, whatever qualities for such family functioning are necessary, they should get acceptance. But in comparison with the matrimony rule, we would ask such spouses, “Please, do not plagiarize from a tried, sacred institution of union between man and woman—that which is blessed by the supporters of family law and the Lord belonging to his people.” Oh, Can you stipulate rechecking such a concept for diverse reasons to bring it closer to the truth? When somebody screams into the dark forest and ask for explanation of such an unconventional model, perhaps only the wolf will answer with a troublous howl.
But, when you inquire to decent people about a core idea on that topic, what would you expect? The painless scenario would be when someone can say, “We do not tolerate talk about it,” or “We don’t like the topic.” But still, any individual may ask, “If I am born human, why I can’t share my outlook?” Oh yes, you can. And every man understands you are one majority, but no one desires to object to your civil liberty. But as soon you realize the populace still rebuffs a search for answers, don’t change your views and see things only toward privacy. Could you reply only for yourself:
Do you regard rational in-person appearance? Would you approve issue without analyses?
Did you judge things with no blame or bias because you need
to GET a GENERALIZATION as self-advice?
One day, you could force yourself to talk about this as a drawn question. But to get an impartial understanding of the existence of man-man or woman-woman couples isn’t resolving puzzles or riddle crosswords. It’s more like playing with a Rubik’s cube transformer. Also, you must sort the cube to have the same color by speedy twiddle and rapid hands as a child prodigy’s sagacity. Have you ever considered if we are all kiddo-adult in these themes? No, that answer would show a human moral-dominant tendency. It’s clear and easy to understand because no one wishes to adopt any logistic or mathematical search approaches. The group need not conduct an instant analysis of pros versus cons or pluses versus minuses to colligate consideration: good or bad.
People keep a non-variable stance and say, “I won’t discuss it.” It means nobody wants to display a pose. The people often choose an inaccurate but available version. Or else, they will fabricate and make pronouncements without mentioning personal details. Nobody likes to do it by intention. The majority hold silence. We keep our conception open but not perceived in depth:
Is a male marriage an emotional sentiment or a sib? Does that exist in planet's gravitation for those guys?
Would it be vicious to verify why
MAN’S SENSUALITY is LOVE?
We have no definitions yet. Sensuality is how you and I feel. Love has the strongest sensual condition, and you can define it as the happiness of men together. Even it raises a bulk of questions relating to men. The responses ‘yes or no’ imply that they touch the entire world, but to be honest, nobody likes to be treated as a pachyderm. The fight is not only for survival, but sometimes it
comes with a game. But nobody wants to hear about himself as not gentlemanly. Why do regular men dislike talking about it with others? Because they care about the openness to love each other, and that causes their marriages to fail. Even if it stays as conception with no solution, no one thinks about it. For the bigoted believer in God, it sounds disrespectful; for the atheist, it’s only customary to talk about body flesh. Wouldn’t it be a smart rationale to pay attention to human feelings? Don’t you agree that the things that cause happiness also cause pain? Also, if any sensuality feeling is love, maybe we should converse about such a genuine sentiment as love?
Oh, man’s immortal love for a woman!
Is such love not blessed? Oh man, have you ever fallen in love with a superwoman? I have. It’s when you mislay normal days and find yourself helpless, taken as a whole. It’s as if you are inspired every minute and discover joyful, inexorable prepossession to poetry, romantic novels, music, and songs about love. Also, the line of human affection could open for you a river of immortal names like Dante Alighieri, Petrarch, Lord Byron, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Alexander Pushkin, Pablo Neruda, and hundreds more geniuses on humanist art. So, act! Become ready to dedicate yourself to your woman and learn new ways to love her. You listen to songs about heartbreak all along because of women. You push yourself to watch plays about romances. It’s a restless drama, but all that goes on inside a man’s heart. The man in love can’t stop imagining about loving his woman. But only a loving man has the moral and physical strength to alter his plans and dreams for one candid commitment—to love that goddess woman!
Despite enthusiasm about women, love always appears as an unpredictable, excruciating question for men. Have you ever thought if the women dissolve in space? Do you know what happens? I suspect the strongest men will immediately notice such a vanishing. And the best men will go to fantastic efforts get women back. Even though men have an extraordinary imagination in science, art, philosophy, and technology, they will with trembling hearts and hands search:
Where are our precious women?
Is it a tricked fun extravaganza?
Isn’t it a trial for men’s final evaluation of godless women? Isn't a situation like
LOST WOMEN fantastic nonsense at all times?
Oh majestic, noble love of man to the man!
What is a father’s love to a son?
It’s the foundation. Respect for each other is fundamental. The gratifying son always treasures the parental way to learn by honest examples. And a father loves his child for listening.
What is a brother’s love for a brother?
Is not the brother happy that he has another brother? It's a love of just simplest defense of the 'small brother' by the 'big brother.' But also, don’t we have a million examples of how one native blood is a guarantee of brothers, not betrayal?
What is a friend’s love to a friend?
That isn’t only common interest but also a way to discover the world together—frank and uncompromising support toward each other in the hardest of times.
What is a partner’s love to a partner?
I would like to recall a phrase from one lucky man, “If you have a good partner, over the occasions, you will pass all difficulties.” Is that not confidence for the individual conquest to have a potluck depend upon him for not telling lies?
What is a soldier’s love to a soldier?
It is the valor of the mutual brotherhood of the fatherland defenders. Such brave fellows in the toughest combat save comrades without asking for any prices.
Doesn’t such an opinion inspire a flower with the name: spiritual sensuality? It forms the male’s foundation and the source of man’s buoyancy, and it brings matters of honor. Let’s believe such high-toned worship builds wonderlands and creates huge scientific achievements and deathless masterpieces of the arts. But existing man-to-man, love is still guessed as a divider. Can somebody confirm such love is not a human power? In our traditions, people trust only the natural visualization of sensuality, but why do we stay indecisive about such things? The secrets of response are inside us, and humanity one day will find ethical answers. Would you like to conclude by answering:
Will be we ever ready to unveil our vision by veracious votes?
Can the counter instate a psychological perception as the truth?
Would we grow to honorable correctness and without disgust of the majority opinion
WHY NOT isn't the issue?
It’s no doubt you and almost everyone in the world have a declaration about male marriage and can answer: Is it worth it to apply our feelings about male couples just
to GET a GENERALIZATION?
Do you have any potential agreeing to regard
MAN’S SENSUALITY as LOVE?
What station could bring us a stanza about complete
LOST WOMEN?
A permanent stance of, “leave me alone with that problem” would be an intriguing contradiction.
WHY NOT?
12. Persistent Look at One Point
If you are overwhelmed by seeing artificial aggression on the screen, you perhaps feel that phrases:
INNOCENT MAN
PROPAGANDA OF NONVIOLENCE
PERSISTENT LOOK AT ONE POINT
CRUEL PANIC
GATHER YOURSELF TOGETHER
could help you find vision as to why tip-blank confrontation and fighting never ceases.
Peremptoriness.
“If you want a retreat from the populated city and get along and buy your island, you have to become a friend of the sea,” noted a sage sailor in a trifling chat. I buy that. But let me denote that humankind has an intimate query—we don’t like islands if we can’t visit them. It means you could demand a large payment for that, or you will get haters who envy you. But the main motive is we are also the sea and our ways of living are interconnected as endless touching waves. Thus, islands can only stop the emotive activity of people. Because we have wishes, fervor, and zeal. And any island or sea too can love if it helps to rescue another breathing soul. I see it sounds to you like a rueful surprise. But can you accept such a comparison because the people, like waves, take not enough effort to save, save, and save the same live creatures? We are most like a moving sea—only a brawl and kill, kill, and kill. And also over a millennium, we dream about islands of salvation.
Oh, history! Even if a few people had recognized its wisdom, we wouldn’t have shown a relish for violence as scuffles, murders, and wars. Many people believe our self-harm and self-destructiveness will destroy the Earth. We have to ask ourselves, “Hey, earnest believers in the Lord or the self-professed atheists, do you make any preparation for even a little slow-down in men’s hostility?”
But let’s start from the beginning. It wasn’t written and recognized by officials that the boy to become a man must be involved in a street fight. The parental phrase “you should fight back” doesn’t work. It’s just like parting words from a father in the town. When boys mature, their dislikes come across as a cowardly act. Hence, confrontations among the younger populace seem to be inevitable. And, sorry to say, they point these kids to assume that an exchange of blows reflects a daring attitude to take on massive danger. They’d pretend to be rivals and meticulously wrestle. Is it a “routine” to transform boys into men? And which boy is that? Would you agree with such assertions and answer:
Do boys need to fight with fists to step into a man’s society?
What if the houseboy hates heinous hassles? Is that violence among fellows guessed self-defense? Because the pick up ‘yes’ means that no one amid the youngest wants to be
an INNOCENT MAN—a naïve victim.
Many people would disagree with such anti-pedagogical demagogues. It will be just right to move and share an example of how I tried to stop such enmity in my behaviors. The story belongs to my childhood. I believe any flash event from that time of your life is exhortative and still bright in your memory as you remember it. Also, such unforgotten adventures cre
ate dimensional pictures about us. And when I look back on my transition from boy to adolescence, I recall that fussy incident happened not too far from my home.
It was afternoon, around 4:00 p.m., summer-vacation time, July twenty-second. Only one week before, I had cleared my twelfth birthday and received permission to twiddle with friends outside but close to home. Since the center of our small town surrounded by two lakes, the roads skirted with water from all sides. Together with my neighbor John and classmate Adam, I walked around the bigger lake. When we got closer to the boat station, our favorite place for games, we saw an unpleasant scene. Several men stood on the shore of the lake. One of them appeared to be in his forties, and the youngest I believe was about twenty years old. I didn’t know who they were, but in madness, they were mauling another boy. I understood that he had no chance of escape. The two older men held his left and right arms solidly. And only the third one, the younger fellow, continued to punch that red-handed boy (I learned this later) in his forehead, chin, nose, and jaw…”Give, give him. Give him more. You will never do it again and forget this punishment a damn hustler,” said the tallest gray-haired man. He held the fellow’s left arm. And other man grabbed boy's right arm. When my friends and I found ourselves fifty yards from such a flogging, we became stuck. And near to the scene, I noticed a group of kids. These boys and girls were silent but whispered amongst themselves. I asked the biggest kid and understood that the boy had lifted expensive things from them. I also found that none of the adults were present, and only frightened girls and boys appeared at the scene. Why children were there without parents, I don’t remember. Witnessing such cruelty, I felt my fingers curl into fists. I had a strong urge just to punch those men if it would only help the poor boy run away. Even as I assessed the men’s horrendous athletic exterior, I worried about the lad. It was painful to know I couldn’t help him.
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