Observation #423 Male and Female

 

Everyone is really overthinking male and female. Ain't neither of you happy, male or female. And you're not going to be happy as long as you're bucking the truth. You can't go against what it true, and be happy, you just can't, man has spent his entire history proving that. So pay attention, if you want to be happy (an overrated word, the word is content), you have to work within the parameters of truth. You can not expect me to accept, nor tolerate something which isn't true.

Now take a moment, and listen to what we are speaking of. ..... Male and Female....(say it out loud). Male and Female. Has a nice ring to it. Don't you think...? Kind of poetic. . God created them Male and Female....... That statement alone... Think about that.....???? Male and Female..... Seems to me that infers, or perhaps even implies.... That one is not complete without the other. ...and the two shall be as one flesh... Hummm...... isn't this what we find in nature.... Isn't this the truth...? One is not complete without the other. Well duhhh.....

Quit over thinking it...... Screw your feelings...! Feelings lie..! Screw what other people think...!! People lie...!!! You know the truth. Quit trying to be something you're not. ...Think about this.... If one is not complete without the other.....(?????) Than you are different.... Hummm...... Seems your functions would be different... Hummm.... Quit expecting otherwise. You are male and female, you are different. To be jealous of one another is folly ( to lie to one's self and believe it).... God provided to each their own, in a wide variety. There are butch women and frail men, get over it, you are who God made you. Quit believing all the lies, quit judging each other and just look at each other.... God made you pleasing to one another... in different ways..... Explore what God as done..... and quit over thinking it. Good grief people this is basic, the foundation. Without this, you have nothing. Is there even a mating dance anymore..? Every generation had a mating dance, or two, or three. Earliest one I know of is the Minuet... Yeah, I'm a little old.... but I've picked up a few things along the way. ....and one of them is.....'and God created them Male and Female.' ....and it's a beautiful thing, and that's just the way it is.

George Henry Nichols

The Spider and the Fly

 

“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;

“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.

The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,

And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”

“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,

For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;

Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.

“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,

And if you’d like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”

“O no, no,” said the little fly, “For I have often heard it said,

They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”

Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,

To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?

I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;

I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please come take a slice?”

“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;

For I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”

“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise,

How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!

I have a little looking glass upon my parlor shelf,

If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”

I thank you gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,

And bidding you good morning now, I’ll call another day.”

The spider turn him round about, and went into his den,

For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:

So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,

And he set his table ready, to dine upon the fly.

Then out his door he came again, and merrily did sing,

“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;

Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”

Alas, alas! How very soon this silly little fly,

Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by,

With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,

Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;

Thinking only of her crested head Poor foolish thing at last,

Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast,

He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,

Within his little parlor but she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,

To idle silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;

Unto an evil counselor, close heart, and ear, and eye,

And take a lesson from this tale

Of the spider and the fly.

                                               Mary Howitt,