Uberman

Yes, the word is out.  I know it may be hard to believe for some of you (or not) but I don’t have a phallic part attached to this here bod.  Nope.  Sorry.  I know!  Shame is it not?  Well, I guess it depends on your perspective and values.  You may not care one way or the other, but believe me, you may want to reconsider.  Can you imagine the havoc my having a penis would create?  I mean think about it.  I’m already a huge pain in the ass as it is.  Trust me.  I have no sense of self control (is what you are reading not proof enough of that?) and I may have nothing to offer any of you other than...well, something to say conveyed via some forged literary voice and supposed experience with human “nature”, however awkward, which after this random piece of uncanny literature may be undeniably revoked with no chance of redemption. 

Ultimately, the critical component of this hastily made relationship between you and I is based on the fact that you are actually reading this piece of content simple because the word PENIS is in the title.  Does that not cause you to stop and think, even for a second, about how your brain works?  How the human mind is sucked in and held captive at different and often unforeseeable moments throughout each day?  Did you really care about anything I had to say until the promise of penile semantics appeared on your screen?

Consider every vital and spectacular literary work, message, plea, endeavor, creative phenomenon, and experience that we pass over everyday simply because the title, the face of it, the cover, the skin of it, the shining external flesh of it, the appearance, the supposing nature of it, simply isn’t what immediately caught our eye.  Likewise, consider the alternate situation, in which we dive head first into situations with some promise, however perverse, so long as some sort of satisfaction may be gained, however temporary and fleeting that satisfaction may be. 

Is it or is it not worth contemplating that what you are reading right now is a complete bait and switch, that the original title conveys something unfulfilled thus far, and that this has absolutely no bearing on your life whatsoever (unless your fascination with missing penises is far more profound than I could imagine, in which case, I regret my having diverted you from your life’s calling)?  And you fell for the bait. Being a bonafide femme du monde means that the omission of the potentially unrefined details of my missing member, in all its masculine and oft tempting glory, may go excused.  If not, I already lost you at paragraph one.  No exploration of a certain sexual organ?  Forget about it, right?! 

Funny thing about us humans is we often find immediately judging what we experience or sense far too tempting to resist.  There is a certain primal nature within us that just wants to know, wants to see the gore, the ooze, the wreck, the fight, the blood, the secrets.  We are all closet voyeurs of one type or another.  We all want to know what goes on behind closed doors to one degree or another and we all are, even if we openly deny it, excited by the rawness of life’s more taboo subjects, including my missing penis.  This aspect of our nature isn’t necessarily anything new and we all know we go throughout our day judging things we see, hear, touch, taste, and smell with varying degrees of self-awareness while doing so.  If we ever hope to make a real connection with anyone or anything, our interest must be piqued, we must follow through with inquiry, and then decide whether our interest may be readily sustained to go deeper.

Now just imagine this!  You thought you were going to get a lecture, or at least a bit of hilarity, on my absent male reproductive organ, but instead (!) you have been misled.  When we step out into the world around us, it’s very possible that we’ll miss a great deal of what’s going on if we fail to look deeper initially.  And usually looking deeper involves looking within ourselves, not necessarily at the spectacle before our eyes.  What are you missing out on TODAY that is happening near you and inside you but which you have overlooked for the sake of other seemingly more sensationalistic experiences? 

The voyeur within us all serves a critical purpose.  If we didn’t have the desire to know, to see, to look, would we ever be able to really engage the world around us in beneficial ways, especially in situations where our interest furthers our joy and the joy of all life forms we encounter? 

Let us examine something: our propensity to actually care about what we are feeding our brains. 

Let us examine something: the value of our lives, the creative genius within each person, the surreal nature of life, and the value of LOOKING DEEPER INTO OURSELVES.

So when I find my penis I will let you know.  Until then (I know, it’s hard to handle the suspense!) rest assured that I am looking for it and trust that I will find it completely in tact.

Salvador Dali, Lugubrious Game

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