Xeno's Lament

Prepare for it

As a recurrent application of oxygen-starvation in a home life of an infant weaned from the breast, an outcome of parental psychopathy and deep post-trauma of a mother forcing emotional and touch-depravation on her infant, I lost my lizard brain. Father's philosophy, a narcissistic monstrosity void of compassion, enforced that an infant should be seen and not heard. Punish the pain of abandonment.

My toddler sibblings took up that inhuman battle against their brother, six months old, as a post-traumatic Mother remained distant... until I frequently passed-out, unconscious in convulsions unable to breath. Neuron death unabated in those neurons in a pain... died... Died in a pattern ever a shadow of my reality among animals that think to inflict pain.

In my heightened sensitivity, developing a genius level IQ in attempt to grow a mind that could answer why a universe is stuffed full of pain —and punishment for hurting, I somehow survived among you people. And what I find is not a familiar evil of foul culture from my Mother's childhood, fomented in the backwoods of Kentucky in the early 1900s.. but I find the familiar vein of the human condition hangs upon each of us in a manor to reduce us to animalisms at the expense of each the other's intents.

The inescapable

In this era Humans, at heart, are evil --relative to each the other. Love is a word used for the false pursuit of connecting with others to alleviate each our self pain hung upon each our minds.

Therein, XenoEngineer, the original DonEMitchell, does not resonate with human intent. There are but few among our numbers of intent and open mind to comprehend more than the cultural hate of a species misfit for group encounter.

I am sad for our species. Yet...

I am fulfilled from within. I AM.

I AM

As Xeno I see deeply into humans, unclouded by the entanglements of culture evolved over aeons in our cognitive structures. I am the same as alien. But, I prefer identity as a shadow of an ultraterrestrial, bereft yet of knowledge, aware I am not human.

You people just don't do it for me. Hollow humans are. To me. I am alone.

My pain is at your service but for a moment of shared limination.

My inner ever present pain created THE LIMINAL ENGINEER.

"Who knows the evil that lurks in the heart of man?" <-- from the old sci-fi show.

Xeno knows.

Self circumspection

Do you feel an urge within to correct my place of mind? That is the cultural hate we propagate to our children, our interactions each, while within our blind pursuit of relief in a reality we do not understand.

We are the human condition. Xeno knows.

Non-animal advise

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