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Sorry blog title blocked the enhancement of the crucial subject under discussion at a crucial juncture....lemme complete the title...
(To remind before proceeding further):
...singularity is an exception...
otherwise there is a huge number who are special someone, everyone of them are eligible.
In normal situations I don't wish to be called a Guru or a Professor. But the situation is abnormal and it compels me to come forward to guide you.
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Please contribute to save the mankind. I tell you it's an emergency.
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Come near anybody who you feel, is worth it.
Om!!!
Ameen!!!

My point under consideration is the status of female gender in the renewed situation in those economies.
What I could make out is, the "Electra Complex, Jung, 1913" is subdued, reminiscences exist unconsciously though.
The worse part of the story is, they were very demanding and when resisted, they acquired some negative traits of the male gender like the arrogance and attitudes.
Their rebellion got manifested in different forms and kinds. Like, their reluctance to give birth, refutation of marriage and entering the porn industry and all that.
But one thing is certain that after proving their worth and competence, they can't be stopped...

Yes it is...I don't know how and what for Jesus suffered...I really don't know.
Osho, a real suffering of Jesus, in modern times, I don't know why he suffered.
But now I know the truth and I know why they suffered...

What a character! Bold, unambiguous pursuit for pleasure, vivid imagination and lot more. Everytime I watched this movie, it appeared as though something left behind unexplored.


The famous or infamous scene (interrogation@pubic hair), I am reproducing here, is ranked 3rd. in my view, far behind the other two.

I hated this tender complicity: it was my own fault, I had talked about Concha the night before. I should have controlled myself. I was with her for a year. Last night I would have given an arm to see her again for five minutes. That was why I talked about her, it was stronger than I was. Now I had no more desire to see her, I had nothing more to say to her. I would not even have wanted to hold her in my arms: my body filled me with horror because it was grey and sweating--and I wasn't sure that her body didn't fill me with horror. Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she would have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. When she looked at me something passed from her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone.
(Excerpt from the story).

Relationship, hell no, its like you considered to commit suicide and inviting the other person to be a partner in crime.
Merely for s*xual gratification, then I must low down to the gutter level taking somebody to be a commodity.
Just a friend, friends with benefits makes a little bit of sense but just friends, that's a hypocrisy and hardly makes any sense.
Then I settled to contemplate for months and years.
Though I wear no masks but I found that at the conscious level I was somewhat pretentious. And surprisingly it got revealed that you like it or not, you have to be, to get the show going or end up in the tormenting comfort zone.
Then after I explored the subconscious. The revelations were profound, so informative, amazing and above all ecstatic. I got convinced that it cannot be a public discourse. It can be shared with that woman and that too in the private.
But yes depressing too. Let alone the possibility, its seemingly not the remote feasibility of finding the woman I need.
But of course, the option of finding her next time is wide open.

Just you and me
How Do I Love Thee?
my love is deeper than sea,
I love thee purely
Smiles, tears, and give you all myself,
Long have I searched
Finally I have found you,
why is it hard for you to believe it?
you had the key in you
Key To My Heart,
you came into my life and
made me change my mind
I want you
to be happy
always, ever holding your hands with mine,
I feel like
the happiest
person in this world just standing next to you .............written by me....

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover ...
Have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
I think I'm dumb


As the situation is that we are confined on earth permanently, the only possible means maybe self-modification through genetics, and then become cyborg. At least there is no other way out here, cells perish as a failet experiments of the parents.
And i'm seeking companion on the line, who can do experiments together and better also a scifi enthusiast. No mental games.