“Men… As long as they see huge breasts, they don’t care who it is?” That is actually true on one level, but far from true on another level.
When I make my way through the city, my peripheral vision just registers people as vaguely humanoid shapes when I don’t look directly at them. But sometimes, and that included today, some of them appear as vaguely humanoid shapes with breasts. That is to say, even though I don’t look at them directly, some kind of breast detection module of my brain still manages to notice, even while I am thinking of something else. And I usually am – I am long past the years where a man would walk through the city thinking about breasts. Well, this kind of man at least. Your man may vary.
So we could say that on this level, which is close to actual instinct and operates automatically, it is true that a man does not care who it is. Important details like breasts and birthing hips are registered by what we may imagine as an separate circuitry of the brain, to use the computer metaphor.
It is a completely different thing to obsess over it. Seriously guys? It is a completely different thing unless you are lacking most of your brain, or it is there making your head heavy but it is not working.
This awareness that some humans have breasts is like level one out of five:
1) Aware
2) Considering
3) Willing
4) Wanting
5) Decided
In order for the species to continue into another generation, at least one of the parents have to reach level 5, and ideally the other should be from 3 upward if we don’t want to have a criminal case on our hands.
So in that regard, being simply aware of the physical differences between the sexes is pretty far from getting it on. It is certainly in itself no threat do my celibacy. Your celibacy may vary, depending on whether you are a complete idiot with bad habits. In which case your celibacy is probably not voluntary. Long may it last anyway.
That said, there certainly are situations already in this life where it would be preferably to simply see the other person as a human, and not as a human with breasts (or with the thing women become aware of, as I am pretty sure they also are aware of the opposite sex).
I am cautiously disagreeing with the Norwegian government when it decided to mandate by law that corporations needed to have at least 40% board members of each sex. (In Norwegian we have the same word for sex and gender, so I am not sure what they do about gay and lesbian directors. Do they qualify as 40% of each?) While I am sure that women have many ideas they can contribute in the boardroom, I am also certain that men are likely to lose some of their ideas, and power of thought in general, in the presence of a multitude of women.
In America I hear they are taking this idea even further, and writing laws that mandate 50% men and 50% women in each marriage. Well, I suppose that is taking things to its logical conclusion. An extreme case of government meddling in people’s affairs. You start in the boardroom and end in the bedroom. Darned leftists can never get enough government!
In Heaven we won’t notice people’s breasts. (Or lack thereof.) Or that’s what the voice in my heart tells me. In that regard, I am in Heaven pretty often. But not yet all the time.
Why does God allow natural disasters to happen?
There are different theories about why God allows natural disasters. Some see them as a collective punishment, some as a warning that life in this world can end at any time. Me, I say that the reason is that this world is intentionally imperfect. Earth is not Heaven, the world is not God. We are allowed some “distance” from God’s perfection so that we can have freedom of will. The same distance also causes the seeming randomness in nature, which occasionally wipes out some part of humanity. I say “seeming” randomness since all these events exist in time and are foreseeable from eternity, by God and possibly our spirits before and after incarnation. Whether we choose to be here at the time or God choses it for us (or some combination thereof), it is still assumed that this was the best possible time and place for us to incarnate. But again, to incarnate is to be given the gift of freedom, which necessitates some randomness.
It doesn’t make much sense to me..
Isn’t there a better way provide contrast than having countless people die?
ALL people die, and very few like it. Even in this age of luxury (for parts of the world), not that many people die from old age – and of those, many don’t know it, since they have been demented for a while. I don’t want to die in an earthquake, but I also don’t want to die in a car crash or choking on a grilled cheese. Dying with ample forewarning is a privilege even in this age, and even then usually happens with cancer, itself not to be envied.
Since the dawn of humanity, we have been travelers here in this world, barely getting to know the land before we must move on. At no time in recorded history has we been safer than now, lived longer or had the ability and free time to learn so much during our stay on Earth. Yet few people give thanks (at least in public) for this, or talk about how lucky they are. Rarely do people say to each other: “How privileged we are, to be born in this time and place, to see with our own eyes an age of wonder, to have the opportunity to study the Truth from all kinds of angles, the wisdom of the whole world and all its ages! Could anyone be more blessed? What can we do to be worthy of this?” Rather it seems people are mildly surprised that the world is not Heaven. By all means let us work toward that, but not expect it. First let us do our part to make the world a paradise, then let us see about the rest of creation, whether it rises to our challenge. Perhaps one day we will be given dominion over the plate tectonics that cause earthquakes and volcano eruptions, much as we were entrusted with nuclear power. Our scorecard for that is not all that impressive, if you ask me. Perhaps we are safer with random.