A Contradiction Of Terms

I entertain serious doubts that the species homo sapiens will be around much longer. I have the odd feeling that the next evolutionary species won't give themselves away to the other living objects through anthropomorphization. I consider myself lucky to have been raised in a family setting where animals had their place, and it wasn't in the house. Dogs were used for hunting or otherwise kept in a pen. Cats found something to eat on there own or starved. They were never fed. Cows and pigs were a source of food. We raised them to be killed and eaten or sold for profit. I was taught to not get so close to animals that I couldn't sell them down the river if the price was right. I may have been taught to put women in that same category. If I was trained to do that, the lesson was probably lost on me. Occasionally I let one or two of them get through to me. Not so much any more, but there's no fool like an old fool. My response to that is to keep neither animals or humans for pets.

One of the problems with anthropomorphizing animals as pets is that what you invest in them dies with them, and is lost to you forever. You give away what you hold dear to yourself through investing it in animals, and end up a beast yo'self begging to be taken in as a repository of other people's bestowed values, as their pet. As if that makes it okay, but it's never okay because you've blasphemed the spirit that originally empowered you to give of yo'self. Dumb. Tres dumb. The gift of the spirit to you is unencumbered even to the point that you're allowed to make it your own. But, the gift itself does not allow you to give it away as your own before you do make it your own or else it will turn on you like a rabid dog.

I'm stuck with the images explored with my friend Billy. We do hypnosis together and explore his origins. We decided to have him consciously go through being born as a human through a hypnotic process called regression. As usual, when I counted him back through the years to around two years old, he couldn't respond to me as Billy, because he hadn't learned to talk yet. So, we set up a witness to get around that and proceeded through his being born to his mother. I talked to what would be-co-me Billy through the witness.

When what would eventually become Billy was out of his mother's body I asked through the witness how he felt.

"Scared to death!"

"What of?"

"I don't know..."

"Why are you scared?"

"It's coming to get me."

"What will happen if it gets you?"

"I won't be me anymore."

"Is that why you became Billy? To escape the loss of your ground of being?"

"Yes."

"So, when Billy dies, then what you're scared of now will be waiting for you?"

"Yes."

"Is that the only reason you're afraid of dying?"

"Yes, Billy is the only human body I have ready right now."

"Can you get another human body ready before Billy croaks to move to?"

"Possibly. That's how Billy stays on Earth as a human. 'Dust to dust' has an esoteric me-and-thee-ing. "

If you've read my blogs for a while, you've probably noticed that each time I tell this story it takes a different toll with each iteration. That's because I no longer need a significant other to explore the variations-on-theme of this campfire vanity. Is it not written, "If you love them, let them go."