Chaos

I think men could define their role if they stopped seeing women as sex symbols and realise that in some of her reactions these days she is merely misguided.

Men need to protect women, see the woman not as something to be ridiculed for the fact she changes her mind, etc., but they should realise she does so because she is affected by a multitude of things which men are not, i.e. the moon, the earth's magnetism, cosmic influences, hormonal changes which make her unique and which give her the massive power to give birth.

Another thing men should realise is that today women's role of preserving life and morals is being frustrated by the over population factor. Perhaps guided by instinct they are having fewer and fewer children. This leaves their natural creativity abandoned and the only way they seem to be able to react to this is by utterly demeaning their role a nurturer, home centre, carer and love giver. This is causing chaos as each sex is losing its way.

Men should realise what a predicament women are in. Here, I might add, my new economics theory would help (see my blog 'Glynworld'), as there the nurturer caring for the children/child would have access to the goods for her/his self and the children. This would stop one sex dominating over the other and take out the stress.

America

America suffers from a detatchment from reality, i.e. the reality and balance only found in nature.

Their ridiculous attempts to hang on to a cosy and now imaginary world of religious fundamentalism is merely a game, an attempt to revive times when pioneers made log cabins and women died in childbirth.

The real America consists of three cars per family, television and a corrupt food industry. Remedy it.

Television

Kick out the television, Do sport; socialise; have children playing in the street; think straight instead of being brainwashed. Kick out the television, live in the real world, which might then become even more real and nice.

Lines

There is a whole technology contained in the lines mentioned in my blog 'Glynworld', i.e. that of the mathematics of the sun. They can be used to fuel your car and for lighting if drawn carefully. And dear members of the oil industry please think of your numerous children and their health before you put me under the next tram.

Truth?

I feel desperate
and wait for relief,
find succour in my belief,
But do disdain her mischief
And like a thief I love God
The Father, the sod, who claimed
above all the wealth that
belongs to her - my mother universal
Mother - and no no other than the
Universal Mother, of all including God,
the sod like a fat clump of
Miserable Earth he claims to be a lot of
good and we are miseraable malfunctioning Truths,
living in booths.

Is this really the world or is it my perception

rampant destructivity
a nativity of pain
As earth reels its revolutions
again and again,
Not caring for empty polticians' resolutions,
When their avarice doesn't wane,
but proud, proud gain leaves their
statements, grinding in my ears,
And didaining what is truly good,
Like food from the shelves of metal rods
governing our worn sods, clods of chemical
rooted clay, worn as they bring dangerously
forth genetical plants for another miserable day