The Complex Emotion Called Love

 

Love is a paradox. It is rooted in biology yet elevated into meaning. At its core, love is a product of the brain. It is a cascade of neurotransmitters and hormones. These create feelings of attraction, attachment, and desire. Dopamine fuels pleasure, norepinephrine heightens excitement, and oxytocin strengthens bonds. Together, they orchestrate the symphony of human connection.

From an evolutionary perspective, love is adaptive. It encourages pair bonding, cooperative parenting, and social cohesion. These traits increase survival in complex societies. Yet even as it serves biological functions, love transcends these functions. It becomes one of the most profound sources of joy. Love also provides a significant sense of purpose.

Love is fluid. It rises and falls with brain chemistry, environment, and circumstance. Stress, trauma, novelty, or even diet can alter its intensity. This explains why falling in and out of love can feel effortless. Fragile though it may be love remains resilient. Bonds can be rebuilt after heartbreak, and relationships can deepen through shared struggle.

To understand love biologically is not to strip it of mystery. It clarifies its paradoxes. It explains why regret follows the tearing of a letter. It describes why passion can ignite or fade. It reveals why a fleeting glance can eclipse the presence of a beloved. Love is a psychological element of the mind, and the mind is the product of the brain. Without the brain, love can't exist.

Yet love is more than chemistry. It is also narrative. Humans weave stories around love, assigning meaning, values, and identities to it. This is why a walk in the park can turn into an argument. A whispered “I love you” can carry the weight of a lifetime. Love is not a hierarchy of higher or lower forms. It is chemistry shaped by experience, expressed in countless ways.

Ultimately, love is both wonderful and challenging. It can be manipulated by drugs, alcohol, or injury, but it also gives us something beyond ourselves to live for. Love is nourishment for the soul, a mental and physical protein that sustains wellbeing. It makes life not only livable but worth living.

Engaging and entertaining expressions of love can be found by reading the romance novels presented at Luciditybooks.com (Radiance In Reading). Read, love, and enjoy.

Breaking free from Concrete slabs Mindset

 

Breaking Free from the Concrete Slab Mindset

In this essay, Breaking Free from the Concrete Slab Mindset examines how people encase their minds in rigid barriers. These barriers consist of pride, prejudice, and intolerance. This metaphor of a concrete slab illustrates the resistance to growth. It also suggests the possibility of transformation when humility and realism connect.

The Concrete Slab of the Mind

Some people’s minds resemble a concrete slab descending far below rationality. Their thinking and behavior can be chipped at, but the slab regenerates itself. This is not due to incapacity but choice. They prefer the comfort of their casing, even if it suffocates humility and realism.

Pride, Prejudice, and Early Conditioning

Much of this irrational thinking is instilled from childhood. Pride and intolerance grow into a grandiose sense of self-worth. Yet this is no excuse. The mind can elevate its processes if one is willing to grow.

Cracks in the Slab: Humility and Realism

Holds can be drilled into the slab, allowing granules of humility and realism to connect. Growth requires evaluating people and experiences beyond personal limits like language, culture, or physical traits. Differences are what make Earth and its life forms beautiful.

Variety and Change in the Universe

Even concrete has variety in its density. Likewise, attitudes evolve, emotions shift, and thinking habits can be broken. Life is an ongoing process of absorption, tuning into the vibrational frequencies of Earth and the Universe. Resistance to these vibrations inhibits fullness of experience.

The Choice to Grow or Stay Encased

Remaining confined within the slab squanders fleeting moments of life. Religion and prejudice often trap people into one-dimensional existence. Yet everyone has a choice: to interact openly with the world or stay encased. If one chooses entrapment, let it be personal, not imposed on others.

The Festering Sore of Empire: Confronting America’s Contradictions

 

Keynote Address by Every Sincere Person

Title: The Festering Sore of Empire

Opening Invocation

To Whom it all Concerns. We gather today not to celebrate myths, but to confront truths. The United States was not born as a shining city on a hill. It was born as a festering sore—a wound inflicted by empire, covered with scabs of rhetoric but never cured. From its creation, this land carried the contradictions of conquest, exclusion, and privilege.

The Imperial Roots

This sore was not unique to America. It was a product of British society itself. When the contradictions of class, religion, and power became too inflamed to tolerate, Britain exported them.

They sent their dissenters, their debtors, their convicts, their so-called misfits to faraway lands—America, Australia, New Zealand. Colonies became the dumping grounds of empire.

And yet, history books tell us this was a noble search for religious freedom. They paint it as humanity’s quest for equality and wellbeing. But let us be clear: those noble rights were never meant for all. They were divine privileges reserved for one group alone. Specifically, white, male, property-owning colonists.

Everyone else—Indigenous peoples, enslaved Africans, immigrant laborers—were relegated to a servant class beneath the hoard of British outcasts who claimed dominion.

The Mask of Human Variability

To make this demented concept palatable for themselves and the rest of the world, people were grouped by human variability. The discovered story of the Homo species was erased, hidden, and rewritten to justify acts of savagery and barbarism carried out by British and European subhumans.

The things that are happening today in the United States are the exposed portions of the festering sore that has defined this society. Since the landing of the Mayflower in 1620 by British thugs, this festering societal sore has fed on itself. And this is not counting the 1492 blunder that destroyed every New World civilization and about ninety percent of its people.

The Scabs of Reform

And so, America has tried repeatedly to cover the wound.

• Abolition was a scab.
• Reconstruction was a scab.
• Civil rights reforms were scabs.

Each attempt covered the sore but never healed it. Because healing requires sincerity, and sincerity has never been the foundation of empire. The sore has always been fed by exploitation—of land, of labor, of lives.

Historical Continuum

Consider the continuum:

• In 1492, the so-called “discovery” of the New World unleashed genocide and dispossession.
• In 1620, the Mayflower carried not saints but thugs, who imposed their will upon Indigenous nations.
• In 1776, liberty was declared, but liberty was chained to slavery.
• In 1865, emancipation was proclaimed, but Jim Crow rose from the ashes.
• In 1964, civil rights were legislated, but systemic inequality endured.

At every stage, the sore was dressed but never treated. The infection remained, festering beneath the surface.

The Present Exposure

Today, the sore is exposed again. We see it in racial violence, in economic inequality, in the dispossession of Indigenous lands, in the exploitation of immigrant labor. We see it in the rewriting of history, in the denial of truth, in the persistence of privilege. The sore has never healed because the nation has never wanted it healed.

The Challenge

We must speak truth:

• Liberty built on exclusion is not liberty.
• Democracy built on hierarchy is not democracy.
• Freedom for some is not freedom at all.

Until the sore is treated—not covered, not ignored, but cured, the pain will continue to fester.

Closing Call

Even with the lies and distortions taught in classrooms and written in books, there is no excuse for anyone not knowing this, given the learning and investigative tools that are at our disposal. Unless that person is pus draining from the sore.

So let us strip away the myths. Let us confront the wound honestly. Let us remember the civilizations destroyed in 1492 creating a new people group that had not existed before (Hispanics, Latinos) as the aftermath of that butchery, the thugs who landed in 1620 singing songs of Jesus, the millions enslaved, the millions dispossessed by those given self-professed divine sanction.

Only then can we imagine a society where rights are not privileges, where freedom is not selective, and where the festering sore of empire is finally healed.

“A nation that refuses to confront its wounds will forever live in pain. But a nation that dares to heal may yet live in justice.”

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Unmasking the American Movies Propaganda of Hatred and Fear

 

🎬The American movies propaganda of hatred and fear is spread worldwide by this medium. People who visit other countries are initially greeted with suspicion, until they get to know them, because of the stereotypes that American movies portray them.

😨This is the American culture of hatred and fear exported all over the world. And this has been the case since the first American movies were placed on reel. Before movies, radio and word of mouth were the main export means of Americans spreading hatred and fear of others.

Fear and a feeling of inferiority are the root causes of telling jokes of and belittling people. This gives the joke teller and belittler a false sense of superiority. It’s a false sense because the joke teller and belittler know inwardly that it is not true.

American movies started out bad, and the movie and music industries got even worst when the Ashkenazi took over them. This is not an opinion, watch them and see. Start with the old movies and work through to the present ones. The core is the same; mean, and hateful from frame to frame.

The sad part of this is that Americans love it. They love looking down on others. They teach their kids to hate and fear when they’re still in diapers. They teach their kids how to say and identify a “Nigger” before they teach them how to say mommy and daddy.

And what's even sadder is how so many defamed people are active participants in their belittlement.

To Americans this is a good thing to tutor their kids, better than learning math and science. Because math and science are not as easy to manipulate as fear and a feeling of inferiority. Not saying that another group of people would have portrayed other people any better. Except this type of fear and hatred was not a human vice until Europeans came on the world scene.

This feeling of inferiority could be the result of encountering advanced culture after culture, thousands of years older than theirs, everywhere they went during the period of European exploration.

It can also be the knowledge that the foundation of European civilization is based on things borrowed from these much older cultures. They say Greece and Roma. But the Greeks openly say that they were taught by Africans (Kemet), in what is now call Egypt populated by a different people.

📻There is no reason for the American movie industry to have a balanced approach in its portrayal of people because it makes the American audience feel good about themselves and buy more tickets.

So, the defaming propaganda will continue as long as the fearful are in charge and catering to a fearful audience.

Happy Birthday

 

It’s just another day like every other day. You can think that you are a gift to the universe, there is nothing wrong with that. Your time clock is ticking down. And that’s OK too. What matters is what you will do and say on that day. You do not have to bring peace and comfort to anyone, only cause no harm to anyone. That alone makes it a happy birthday for you.

Not causing anyone harm is something to celebrate. This is an act that can give you peace of mind.

As you grow older this can be a depressing day. A day that you don’t want to think about. A remark that irritates you when someone tells you happy birthday. No one can tell you how to feel, and if that is how you feel about this day, that is how you feel.

Just another day that comes and goes. A candle stuck into a cake, or no cake and no candle. It makes no difference because the day do not care. The day will move on with or without you.

You feel that you are a gift to the universe. Maybe. But the universe is not aware of you as a person, you are aware of the universe. To the universe you are one of the elements of its makeup. You are a component part of it and no more. This awareness of the cosmos should not trouble you. Because you are a gift to the universe woven in that frame.

Like every other day. Your birthday is like any other day. It can be a joyful day if you choose it to be. It can be a depressing day if you are viewing it as a countdown. However, your view is about your birthday. However, you feel about that day. The day will come and the day will go. Time, as it is defined ticks on.

Happy birthday. Now take a seat. A candle melting its wax onto a cake. A toast given, not sliced bread browned on both sides, but a raise of glasses in honor of a person, that may or may not be sincere. A happy feeling that only lasts for a moment. That is all OK. This is your day like any other day, so enjoy it. Happy Birthday.

A Headstone and Disturbed Earth is all that is Left

 

A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. No matter the accomplishments. No matter the tragedies. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Regardless the influence, whether for good or bad. Disturbed earth and a headstone is the physical evidence of existence that remain.

There is sorrow in this reflection of life. The sorrow that this is the ultimate payout of however a life is spent. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. An awareness that the Milky-way galaxy never knew you inhabited it. That the Stars will never morn your loss. Like something that was and wasn’t there in an instant. A headstone and disturbed earth on the planet Earth, is all that validates that you existed.

And there is an appreciation for this. That for a brief moment you were the Solar System. You were the Milky-way galaxy. You were the Universe. You were all the Stars combined. That you are the product of the planet Earth in a distinct form. There is no sorrow in that. That is the process of the planet Earth displaying itself for the rest of the Universe to sense.

A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Animation become still. Thoughts and desires become void. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow are no more. Grass may grow from the disturbed earth. The headstone may sink or tilt as the soil settles. Site visits become longer in intervals and then cease. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Quite and stillness replace sound and motion.

There is no sadness in this because that is the process of nature. The process of nature regenerating and redefining itself. The process that enables life, however brief, in cosmic terms, to exist. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Light, darkness, Sunshine, wind, and rain. Tears form and are wiped away. Memories by others remain and then are gone as the natural processes move on.

A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left.

Facing My Demon: Overcoming the Struggles Within Myself

The Cambridge Dictionary (n.d.) defines a demon as “an evil spirit” and, in an approving sense, as a person who performs a particular activity with exceptional skill or energy.

For example, the dictionary uses the expressions “She works like a demon” and “Stefan has a demon serve.” In a humorous context, demon may also refer to a person who behaves very badly, as in the example, “That’s the last time I take care of her kids—I’ll be glad when the little demons go home” (Cambridge Dictionary, n.d.).

Most people define a demon as an evil spirit. With that definition in mind. The first thing to do in facing your demon is to realize that it is not an entity outside of you. Your demon is a product of your mind. It feeds on your fears and insecurities. It grows and clings as large and as securely as you allow it to grow and cling on you.

Once your realize that your demon is in your mind you can develop tactics to overcome it. Identify your exact demon. Determine what’s in your thinking that is fueling it. Diminish or extinguish that fuel. Try not to associate a mental and or physical problem with a demonic attack on you. Nothing that I an saying about demons is professional advice, it is only my opinion. Seek medical help if you feel that your demon, whatever it is, is affecting your quality of life.

I can say that my demon is myself not an evil spirit. Against my wishes and desires, my demon takes control of my thinking and behavior. My demon breaks my peace and enjoyment of life. It makes me feel physically bad when my body wants to feel good. I try to control it, but it finds ways to influence me. My demon cannot defeat me, but it makes my walk in life more troubling than it should be.

Facing my demon is facing myself. Finding it’s wakeup call and quickly putting it back to sleep is my task. Not allowing my demon to spill over onto others is my first course of action. This is my private struggle with myself that does not involve anyone else. Of course, keeping my demon personal is hard to do.

There is nothing evil about uncontrolled and unproductive habits. It is not a spirit floating in the wind waiting for it’s chance to attack me. It is not something that a man and a woman eating a piece of fruit thousands of years ago brought on me. It is me. My thinking of myself and of other people. This is not saying that the actions and the behavior of other people does not fuel my demon. Unfortunately, I allow it to; to my own detriment as they walk away satisfied of what I have allowed them to accomplish.

What is my escape, what is my help from my personal demon that will not leave me in peace? Recognizing and addressing what is triggering my demon. Realizing that life and health is too fleeting, and that I don’t have the luxury to hamper it. This must come from me not from an outside source. It may take medication to free myself of my demon, and moreover, a better understanding of myself. Whatever it takes, I must do to enjoy however many moments of life I have left.

Absorbed as One

 

When he holds and kisses me, he absorbs me into him, and we become one. It is difficult to explain—a physical connection that reaches far beyond touch. Points of pressure awaken in controlled waves of sensation as my thoughts settle into tranquil fulfillment. In that moment, I know nothing beyond us, yet I understand everything I am experiencing.

When he holds me in his arms, I feel his love radiating from him and flowing into me. That energy comforts, embraces, and reassures me. In those intimate moments, my concerns fall away. I am one with him and the universe; he is one with me and the cosmos. Time pauses to honor our embrace. I lift him into weightlessness, and he carries me with him. Our absorption is complete.

When I hold and kiss him, I absorb him into me, and we become one. It is not easy to explain. Our physical connection reaches far beyond touch. Sensations rise within me, urging me to hold him closer and kiss him more deeply. I bring him to his knees, though he remains standing with his feet planted firmly on the earth while his mind soars. His moment becomes mine, just as mine becomes his.

I do not have to tell him that I love him. He feels my love radiating from me and flowing into him, filling him with my presence, and reminding him that he is not alone. The pressure of my kiss releases him from his concerns. My moment becomes his, just as his becomes mine. Our absorption is complete.

Neither of us has to say it because we both feel it, yet it is still beautiful to hear the words, “I love you.” Beyond sound and words, the message is clear, the meaning sincere, and the proof alive in our touch. Our shared expression transcends worlds, bringing security and comfort. He holds and kisses me; I hold and kiss him. We are absorbed as one. Separate beings with separate autonomy yet joined by the same choice whenever we consider one another.

Starburst and sunburst are one because they arise from the same light. In the same way, when I look into his eyes, I see a burst of light reflecting his love for me. When he holds and kisses me, our emotional union takes physical form. Our absorption is complete. The truth speaks for itself: nature rests in tranquil harmony, and the universe is balanced.

Moonrise, moon bright—a reflection of the life she gives. A caressing warmth expresses her love for him, neither eclipsed nor hidden. Nature reveals the ancient calendar. When she holds and kisses him, uncertainty disappears. All things become clear, the truth stands unquestioned, and the meaning remains sincere. Tranquility is nature’s home. The cosmos is stable; equilibrium is complete.

When he holds and kisses me, and when I hold and kiss him, we are absorbed into each other. In that moment, no one else exists.

On the Other Side of Somewhere: Finding a Place for Me.

On the other side of somewhere there is a place for me. I don’t know where it is, but I am sure I will find it: a place where the air, water, food, and soil are pure, where my youth and health are restored, and where my cognitive abilities reach beyond what I can imagine.

On the other side of somewhere that restoration extends to every creature, each getting its nourishment from the air. No creature has to eat another to survive and thrive. The earth is stable, without storms, hurricanes, or volcanoes. Above it, the stars are as bright as my new life. I can see this somewhere on the other side, but I cannot touch it yet.

Though I cannot touch it yet, this is not a dream or wishful thinking. This is the Universe that has come of age: every atom and molecule has stabilized and is no longer volatile. I can see this somewhere, so I know it’s there, waiting on the other side for me to take my place in it.

In this settled world, the rain is pristine and refreshing. The wind caresses my skin. The soil comforts my feet like a pair of shoes. On the other side of somewhere there is a place for me, it is within my mind’s reach. I hear its call when I am awake and when I am asleep. Awareness of this place gives me courage in the face of adversity.

That call becomes a song. On the other side of somewhere the grass, trees, and flowers sing to me, and I sing to them. We understand one another and communicate in harmony. We share one purpose: to live, thrive, sustain, and love. I know this somewhere is there—not in some imaginary afterlife, not in hope, faith, or a prayer, and not in a world I have created in my mind. It is real, and it wants me to be a part of it.

In that harmony, there is a place where shadows don’t hold secrets, and I don’t have to fear anything. Peace and safety are the life I live there. Troubles are challenges I can bear without being overwhelmed. In a puddle of water, I see my reflection, the light of joy radiating from my face. I am no longer surrounded by people yet very alone. Finally, I am home.

This sense of home is not a vision of a far-off world. This somewhere is as close to me as my mind can conceive. I know it is there, and it wants me as part of it. It wants to share itself with me as a living and loving space. Somewhere on the other side, there is a place for me.

Yet having a place there does not make it paradise; I have duties to perform: to keep increasing my physical and mental powers, to build and maintain my shelter, to care for myself, and to care for and respect what I have been given. Also, I must keep my mind as pure as the environment in which I live. I can see my somewhere over there drawing near to me, calling me, telling me I am precious and welcome.

On the other side of somewhere there is a place for me, and this somewhere and I are drawing near.