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I don't remember where I heard it or whether it was a something I saw in a misty fugue. It no longer matters. I felt there might be something in it for me at first encounter. Since I'm not around living beings that have physical bodies very much any more, I figure it was probably something I read on the internet in some futile quest to amuse myself.
Whatever the original source, my wondering was about gray mourning doves. They coo, you know, like all doves, and even pigeons. The rumor I encountered was that doves coo to boot-up an egg-forming feature in their female parts. It's almost as if each female dove decides when to produce eggs by a personal decision. But, I'm assuming their cooing noises aren't really songs. Not like song birds sing.
Both of these tidbits of information about why doves coo, when and if they do, and what has that got to do with song birds? I've posted a link to this professor's lecture about the origins of human speech before. He has real interesting reasons and research to support his academic theories.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rconzwB422s&feature=feedf
The last time I watched/listened to Martin Sereno's YouTube lecture I realized that he had gone further in his hypothesis than the end I declared he had. He did reach the conclusion I employed to make my point, but he didn't stop there. I did. It doesn't matter. Nobody knows.
Later, after I listened to his lecture again for the umpteenth time (simultaneously with the Gnaural meditation software), I reasoned that maybe I just had to stop where I did with his argument, and let myself catch up with his conclusions in birds, before I tackled his motivation for the origins of speaking by hominids.
His claim, as I understand him to say, is that the song/speech of humans absolutely does have me-and-thee-ing (meaning), as opposed to birds, for whom it doesn't. When men preen and posture to attract the ladies, every syllable they utter can move the world. Candidly, I don't think what men say means much more than what birds say. Men have added value to their chatter beyond being a lure for procreation? I don't think so.
To be fair, I've exposed myself to multiple theories about the origin of speech. If his argument ultimately makes sense to me over the others I guess I'll be his patsy. Why would I not? I don't remember that part of the story. "Tell the stories; pass the plate." Currently, the most powerful saying with me is the statement: Speech is mind. Mind is speech.
The part of his lecture that I got brain freeze on was about why song birds sang a variety of songs. It's the males showing off their wares to the in-heat female song birds in the hope that they'll be the one. Aspects of the male song birds' efforts to impress the females reveal how strong they are by the powering up of their aural lure.
This guy claims that the content of the male song bird's song has no meaning beyond being part of a procreative ritual. The only reason the male song birds sing what that do is because the females like it. What else matters? The fact that males of all species will go to extremes to be chosen by the gestating females.
It only makes sense that men don't act like they do around impregnable females with the intent of impressing them with their intellectual prowess. Not frequently. It's not like they won't go there too, if it gives them a shot at coitus. I never wanted a woman to realize I used my intelligence to seduce her until she missed her second period. Those were the days.
That's why nerds don't grok palm readers and astrologists. If they don't seduce with reason, what's the point? The point is, from my perspective, is that astrology gives a man something to say, and holding hands gets him to third base.
Something to say is all any woman wants to hear. Men too. It does not have to be logical. Only that what is uttered in lust makes sense in the moment and doesn't stop the flow. Women want to feel the moment emotionally, and be adored for their irresistible charms. Love, logic, and time don't matter when they're getting screwed. Men just wanna feel important, as if being with them in particular mattered. No blame.
Whether to say that it was a blessing or a curse might prove difficult to claim with assurance, but I've been with some women who have told me they never experienced actual lust until they were with me. They say some women go their entire lives without experiencing uncontrollable desire that made them sabotage whatever is holy to them, in order to get over the hump.
Some were not spring chickens, but I pretty much was. They wanted me to know that by showing up in their lives when I did, and in the way that I did, it mattered to them. In the presence of such a golden heart, what use is logic?
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