It’s easier to remain in the cage that is the evolutionary psychology of Jim Crow laws. To do otherwise raises a new existential question about identity, purpose, and capability:
“What physical boundaries could I have broken if I had been mentally open to breaking them?” people would ask themselves. “What percentage of what leads to what distinction?”
“Am I merely what I see in the mirror? Or, is what I see in the mirror only an actor on a stage, driven by a hidden stage crew? Who are the producers and writers of this story that forms my identity, who are just as (if not more) important than the actor is, yet never appear before the camera? That sculpts how I perceive reality? That sets how I respond to sound tones in certain music genres better than I do to others? The patterns in color and human sub-communication I may detect that others may not or can’t? My intelligence?
- my reflexes,
- ability to naturally pronounce the phonemes of certain languages more than others,
- my imagination,
- as well as my very dreams at night…
…all formed or influenced by genetic memory?
I’ve not met them, these writers; yet, they’ve written the story, with its answers, in my blood. How can I unlock them?
deep within me, my blood. hidden
My gifts from my ancestors. All of them.
How can I seek them out, master, and wield them if not through self-actualization, self-mastery, and self-awareness?
Why should I deny them?
Why do people not want me to become self-aware?
My genes influence everything about me. Which ones are activated and which ones aren’t? From which ancestors? How can I turn some off, while turning others on?”
The identity crises that oft occur with many interracial children stretch beyond them. This is because it is more than just a question of “Am I one race or the other?”
Globalists oft dismiss the crisis as trivial; “You’re human!” They say. “Leave it at that! To divide humanity at all by those kinds of groups is immoral!”
But this is actually only intellectual laziness in disguise. This is because to dismiss the question of identity as “simply human” only begs the next question:
a human, then? What does it mean to be human?
As we, humans, fuse more and more with machines, this question becomes ever more prevalent.
Thus, the real question is not about race. It’s not even about culture.
It’s about defining what it means to be human.
What are the limits
Do we have any control over those limits, how
Can we go beyond them?
Can we develop new gifts of our own for the next generation?
…do we even have free will at all? What is freedom, exactly? Particularly mental freedom.
These are questions that actually pertain to everyone. They have since the “question,” as a construct of the mind, was even invented.
Then, suddenly, one begins to realize that it’s never actually been about race at all, to begin with.
The journey of the Vannoken is not actually about race; it’s about transcending race while digging deeper into what makes one a full human.
…then, to push to the next level.
What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to not be human as we fuse with machines? What does it mean to be sub-human, then