A man is a fighter,
A warrior,
He cannot just sit around the house,
He cannot just watch over babies,
Or build a blooming nest.
...
Everything in a man wants to protect,
Wants to provide,
To be the victor,
The champion,
The hero
...
A man doesn't just turn to addiction,
He is inticed by it.
He doesn't just fulfill his lusts with pornography,
No, he hunts.
He searches for just the right place.
Just the right girl.
Hours wasted away
Simply driven by the desire to be victorious.
Because he was built for that search.
And he was built for a journey.
...
But without an enemy to fight,
A man will go crazy.
And he knows this,
So he will numb away these deep desires,
Sedate himself with alchohol because he can't sit still.
Because he can't see who he needs to attack.
Because the biggest trick the devil ever played
Was to convince the world he didn't exist.
...
But the world is afraid of man's power.
They want nice boys
And handsome gentlemen.
But without a story to tell
Without that great adventure
No meaning and no destiny
A man will grow bored and fade away.
...
But there is never death.
There is always something cooking in the kitchen
Always somethin in the basement
A flicker, a flame
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2015
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Fingerprint
Mark was raised in a typical household. Two parents, striving to make their way in the world. Both hard working. Initially, Mark's parents wanted to make a good family life. They wanted him to have a great childhood. Good food. Good fun. Presents on his birthday and under the Christmas tree. They started out with good intentions.
But soon, the quest for wealth had overtaken Mark's parents. He found himself walking home alone from school. Eating dinner alone at the dinner table. Mark was active in soccer and basketball as a youth. He knew that athleticism was what it meant to be a boy. To be male. But his parents, busy with work, rarely visited his games. He wasn't bad at sports. But he wasn't great either. He was plain. He was average.
Around middle school and early high school years, Mark started to realize he was different. He was a loner of sorts. Although he tried to fit in, he just didn't. He was attracted to girls, but he never mentioned it because people would make fun of him. He liked sports but he just didn't feel like playing before school, during lunch and after school like other boys in his class.
Mark always stuttered when he approached other girls in his age group. When it came time for his first Homecoming dance in high school, he decided to ask one of the girls in his class. It took Mark weeks to gain enough courage to ask her. He didn't know how to even ask a girl to go out with him. Finally, the day came. He stammered out the question, "Sarah, I was wondering if... I was wondering if you would like to go to the Homecoming dance with me?"
Sarah replied, "Oh, I'm sorry Mark, I'm going with David." Now, Sarah was a little immature, being in high school. Rather than simply leaving it at that, she decided to tell her friends about Mark. Quickly, the rumors spread and the blow to Mark's ego was securely in place. It was that humiliation that left Mark with the realization that he was an outcast and simply socially unacceptable.
Mark's wound, deep in place, was clear. He was neglected at home and separated by his peers. Mark felt unwanted, alone, insecure and pretty much powerless. But he didn't know what to do about it. He simply continued to go through the motions. To try to pretend to fit in. To continue to work hard like his parents wanted.
Then, one day, while Mark was a Sophmore, he met Amy. Amy was a senior. She was smart, caring and just seemed to have a nurturing quality about her. Amy was always building up Mark's self esteem. She would compliment his physical appearance, caressing his arms. She would gasp at how smart he was and hard working. She was sure Mark was going to be someone important someday.
Mark loved the attention. In fact, he was attention starved. No one else seemed to pay attention to him like Amy. Soon, they started to go out. Amy would often pay for things, drive Mark around. She took the lead on so many things. Amy, even helped advance things sexually. She would climb on top of Mark as they made out. Mark felt that he wasn't quite ready for Amy's advances and he would try to voice his concerns but he was afraid of losing Amy's love.
Mark didn't think much of the steadily progressing physical nature of their relationship. After, Mark was a teenage boy with his own curiosities, desires and fantasies. After six months, toward the end of Amy's senior year, Mark and Amy had sex for the first time. Mark's first experience of a sexual orgasm left him in a state of shock. He was amazed at the feelings ignited within him and literally had his mind blown.
While Mark and Amy continued to date, soon after, Amy left for college and eventually their relationship died down. But something about the whole relationship stuck with Mark for so long. Deep within him, he just couldn't quite grasp the fingerprint Amy would forever leave on his life.
Mark continued to date throughout the years. But in each relationship, Mark just felt something was missing. After a while, Mark started to lose hope and wondered if he could ever find his life partner. At first, looking back, Mark started to believe that no matter how much he dated, no woman could ever recreate his "Amy" experience. But then, over time, Mark evolved this thinking to believe that no woman could ever fill the void left by the neglect and rejection he experienced during his childhood. Mark started to understand that no matter how much he tried, he could never go back in time and receive what his heart longed for: unconditional love.
It was then that Mark started to notice the pattern of his dating after all these years. Each relationship would start with Mark's extraordinary sense of the lonely or neglected. While Mark would start his relationships well-intentioned, with sincere efforts to help extend a hand to these lonely souls, inevitably, these relationships would quickly degenerate into sexual relationships. It was as if Mark could only truly identify with these women he dated, if he was intimate sexually. And because, he knew what it felt like to be isolated and rejected, he was easily able to idolize his dates, to shower them with affirmations about their value and desirability. With a clear unmet emotional and physical need, Mark's dates seemed to be drawn into a deeper connection instantly.
In any given relationship, all the while Mark would feel he was providing the love and acceptance that his girlfriend deserved. After all, he felt that everyone should feel loved and no one should ever feel as he felt during his childhood. But there was something interesting about each of his girlfriends. Each seemed to have a sort of innocence. A sort of unawareness or lack of experience sexually. And Mark was obsessed with creating a "first time" experience. Something unique. He couldn't explain it.
Perhaps, somehow, this sense of power, might in someway resolve some of his own pain. Perhaps, somehow this breaking of innocence might provide the thrill and justification that purity and innocence could have never remained within him. Or that somehow, this experience might somehow give him the acceptance he is looking for. Or perhaps, it was related to legacy, that if Mark was the one to introduce such shocking pleasure, that he would hold a permanent place in the life of his loved one, that even abandonment or an ending of their relationship could never remove.
This unique fingerprint would forever shape Mark's relationships. Was this unique fingerprint a journey to find a father or mother figure? Or was it simply driven by a narcissistic endeavor to unite with an image of his idealized self? Mark would never know.
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright December 2015
Inspired after reading "Sexual Healing" by David Kyle Foster
But soon, the quest for wealth had overtaken Mark's parents. He found himself walking home alone from school. Eating dinner alone at the dinner table. Mark was active in soccer and basketball as a youth. He knew that athleticism was what it meant to be a boy. To be male. But his parents, busy with work, rarely visited his games. He wasn't bad at sports. But he wasn't great either. He was plain. He was average.
Around middle school and early high school years, Mark started to realize he was different. He was a loner of sorts. Although he tried to fit in, he just didn't. He was attracted to girls, but he never mentioned it because people would make fun of him. He liked sports but he just didn't feel like playing before school, during lunch and after school like other boys in his class.
Mark always stuttered when he approached other girls in his age group. When it came time for his first Homecoming dance in high school, he decided to ask one of the girls in his class. It took Mark weeks to gain enough courage to ask her. He didn't know how to even ask a girl to go out with him. Finally, the day came. He stammered out the question, "Sarah, I was wondering if... I was wondering if you would like to go to the Homecoming dance with me?"
Sarah replied, "Oh, I'm sorry Mark, I'm going with David." Now, Sarah was a little immature, being in high school. Rather than simply leaving it at that, she decided to tell her friends about Mark. Quickly, the rumors spread and the blow to Mark's ego was securely in place. It was that humiliation that left Mark with the realization that he was an outcast and simply socially unacceptable.
Mark's wound, deep in place, was clear. He was neglected at home and separated by his peers. Mark felt unwanted, alone, insecure and pretty much powerless. But he didn't know what to do about it. He simply continued to go through the motions. To try to pretend to fit in. To continue to work hard like his parents wanted.
Then, one day, while Mark was a Sophmore, he met Amy. Amy was a senior. She was smart, caring and just seemed to have a nurturing quality about her. Amy was always building up Mark's self esteem. She would compliment his physical appearance, caressing his arms. She would gasp at how smart he was and hard working. She was sure Mark was going to be someone important someday.
Mark loved the attention. In fact, he was attention starved. No one else seemed to pay attention to him like Amy. Soon, they started to go out. Amy would often pay for things, drive Mark around. She took the lead on so many things. Amy, even helped advance things sexually. She would climb on top of Mark as they made out. Mark felt that he wasn't quite ready for Amy's advances and he would try to voice his concerns but he was afraid of losing Amy's love.
Mark didn't think much of the steadily progressing physical nature of their relationship. After, Mark was a teenage boy with his own curiosities, desires and fantasies. After six months, toward the end of Amy's senior year, Mark and Amy had sex for the first time. Mark's first experience of a sexual orgasm left him in a state of shock. He was amazed at the feelings ignited within him and literally had his mind blown.
While Mark and Amy continued to date, soon after, Amy left for college and eventually their relationship died down. But something about the whole relationship stuck with Mark for so long. Deep within him, he just couldn't quite grasp the fingerprint Amy would forever leave on his life.
Mark continued to date throughout the years. But in each relationship, Mark just felt something was missing. After a while, Mark started to lose hope and wondered if he could ever find his life partner. At first, looking back, Mark started to believe that no matter how much he dated, no woman could ever recreate his "Amy" experience. But then, over time, Mark evolved this thinking to believe that no woman could ever fill the void left by the neglect and rejection he experienced during his childhood. Mark started to understand that no matter how much he tried, he could never go back in time and receive what his heart longed for: unconditional love.
It was then that Mark started to notice the pattern of his dating after all these years. Each relationship would start with Mark's extraordinary sense of the lonely or neglected. While Mark would start his relationships well-intentioned, with sincere efforts to help extend a hand to these lonely souls, inevitably, these relationships would quickly degenerate into sexual relationships. It was as if Mark could only truly identify with these women he dated, if he was intimate sexually. And because, he knew what it felt like to be isolated and rejected, he was easily able to idolize his dates, to shower them with affirmations about their value and desirability. With a clear unmet emotional and physical need, Mark's dates seemed to be drawn into a deeper connection instantly.
In any given relationship, all the while Mark would feel he was providing the love and acceptance that his girlfriend deserved. After all, he felt that everyone should feel loved and no one should ever feel as he felt during his childhood. But there was something interesting about each of his girlfriends. Each seemed to have a sort of innocence. A sort of unawareness or lack of experience sexually. And Mark was obsessed with creating a "first time" experience. Something unique. He couldn't explain it.
Perhaps, somehow, this sense of power, might in someway resolve some of his own pain. Perhaps, somehow this breaking of innocence might provide the thrill and justification that purity and innocence could have never remained within him. Or that somehow, this experience might somehow give him the acceptance he is looking for. Or perhaps, it was related to legacy, that if Mark was the one to introduce such shocking pleasure, that he would hold a permanent place in the life of his loved one, that even abandonment or an ending of their relationship could never remove.
This unique fingerprint would forever shape Mark's relationships. Was this unique fingerprint a journey to find a father or mother figure? Or was it simply driven by a narcissistic endeavor to unite with an image of his idealized self? Mark would never know.
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright December 2015
Inspired after reading "Sexual Healing" by David Kyle Foster
Thursday, November 26, 2015
What is a man?
What is a man?
Is it when I am watching others play sports on TV?
Because I feel invigorated
Yet, I am simply a bystander
Not even living my life
But rather, cheering on someone else's successes
Or is it when I am with a different woman each night of the week?
And each is going down on me
Cause I sure feel like a man then
Full of life and passion
Hunting to fill the void like food fills an insatiable hunger
Or is it when I beat the woman I love?
And she is crying and in tears
Sprawled across the floor
Cause I feel dominant and powerful
Yet somehow feel like a pussy
Or is it when I crouch my shoulders and lower voice?
So that I don't intimidate others
And I focus on making sure they are comfortable
Not aware of the dangers I hold
Is a man that lone wolf?
The wolverine who climbs the highest of mountain peaks
And yells from the top of his lungs
As the adrenaline cascades through his lips
Making his presence known to the world in solitude
...
Somewhere in there, deep inside, are the seedlings of a man
Squashed by jeans made to keep it out of sight
Domesticated by teachers who needed to keep him in line
Ignored by a father and emasculated by a mother
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Attention and Affirmation
A boy's first desire for attention is aimed at his mother
He fights his father
Then, he desires the attention of his sisters
And fights his brothers
Then, he desires the attention of potential girl friends
Fighting his friends
...
A boy's first desire for affirmation is aimed at his father
A battle he must eventually win
Then, he desires the affirmation of his friends
As talents bloom
And finally, the affirmation of the community
As manhood emerges
...
Without the seeds of attention, a man will never find the passion of his soul.
Without the seeds of affirmation, a man will never embrace the strength of his inner warrior.
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
He fights his father
Then, he desires the attention of his sisters
And fights his brothers
Then, he desires the attention of potential girl friends
Fighting his friends
...
A boy's first desire for affirmation is aimed at his father
A battle he must eventually win
Then, he desires the affirmation of his friends
As talents bloom
And finally, the affirmation of the community
As manhood emerges
...
Without the seeds of attention, a man will never find the passion of his soul.
Without the seeds of affirmation, a man will never embrace the strength of his inner warrior.
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
The 90 Day Challenge
Mindy was frustrated. Years of bitterness grew in her heart. Years of resentment waiting for the dead soul of a man to revive. Yet, the harder she pushed, the more distant he became. The harder she fought, the colder he grew.
She knew the answers. She knew the problems. They leaked out of her mouth every time her wounds were stabbed. Every time she was triggered. Every time the emotional burdens overflowed from her insides, boiled up and released through her pressure value. Out came the venom. Out came the nagging.
Mindy hated who she had become. She did not get in this relationship to become the mother to a grown man who refused to mature. Who refused to handle his responsibilities. Who refused to carry his side of the family.
Mindy would go to her friends and bash her husband every chance she got. She wasn't aware of it, but her friends were. Her friends had different responses. "Me too." "Men... typical." "It will change sweetie. Just be patient with him." "When are you going to finally dump that dead weight?"
One day, Mindy heard something from a friend. A challenge. A 90 day challenge. Not another one of these Mindy thought. But for whatever reason, something within her told her that perhaps she would try this challenge. The challenge was simple. Every morning, write down 3 things that she was thankful for that her husband did. Mindy, laughed. This was going to be difficult.
I guess he works. He is here and hasn't abandoned me. He hasn't cheated on me. At least I don't think he has. That jerk, he probably has. That's probably why he is so cold to me. He probably is texting that x-girlfriend of his.
Sigh, Mindy thought. Day one complete.
For the first few days, it was hard to find something to be grateful for that her husband did. She actually had to spend most of the day trying to figure out what she would write the next day.
Mindy was tired of being let down. Her whole life she had been let down. She decided she was never going to allow herself to be hurt again. She would never allow herself to be that vulnerable.
By the time day ten came around, it was actually easier for Mindy to come up with things.
I am grateful for the burdens he carries that I do not even see. I am grateful for his willingness to stay with me despite my terrible attitude. I am grateful that he is able to make the kids laugh. I forgot that he used to make me laugh. Before the kids, before life just became difficult. Why is that? How does he do that?
Mindy was browsing through some books. She still couldn't come up with anything really remarkable about her husband. She was still exhausted each day. But now she was curious about what made him tick. About what she could come up with besides her list.
Mindy noticed in the book store that there was a women's section. It was filled with romance. It was filled with pictures of fathers spending quality time with kids. It was filled with beautiful homes and wedding dresses. Yes! Mindy thought. That is exactly what I want. A beautiful home with my husband actually doing something. A real partnership.
Then, Mindy browsed the men's section. Sports. Ughh. Sailing. Hiking. Mountain climbing. Life stories from famous boxers and quarter backs. Coaches. Hmm. Hero. Bravery. Adventure. Why are men so drawn to that?
Day 30 came along. Mindy was grateful that her husband did not take the job in the city which would have advanced his career but leave less time with the family. Mindy was grateful that her husband did not backlash when she cursed him. Mindy was grateful that he never spoke badly of her when he was with his friends.
Mindy started to the think about some of these things. More and more, she realized, he too had not signed up for this. When they met, her husband had hopes and dreams. He wanted to attack the world. To make it a better place. But Mindy's vision of what a family was, forced him to make sacrifices. Of course, he, like most men was living a life of quiet desperation. And he did it for her. He said it would be okay.
Mindy paused. He did it for her?
Mindy was still angry. She was still bitter. That's why she leaked venom. Where did this come from she thought? But, she started to feel that her husband was already experiencing as much pain as she was. What if he actually wanted to please me? What if he wanted to be my hero? What if he wants that childish adventurous part of him to bring color and laughter in my life but I am getting the way of my own happiness?
Mindy decided to read up on anger. She decided she actually had a real issue with anger. Mindy had never been in the book store so much her entire life. But she figured that someone somewhere had been through her struggles and figured out how to get out of them. And they probably wrote a book about it. So she was determined to work on herself and learn about herself.
Day 63 was ironic and somewhat funny. Mindy wrote, "I am grateful my husband does not do everything I want him to do. It gives me an opportunity to experience things I never would experience doing things my way. It allows me to be challenged. Honestly, my life would probably be boring if we just did things my way. I am grateful my husband is not perfect. I never would have realized I struggle with anger and releasing control. I never would have realized how much my childhood left me afraid to be vulnerable because I didn't believe I could trust people to come through when I needed them. I never would have realized that I need to do a better job of identifying my own needs and communicating them. In fact, I will have to do a better job of clarifying to myself what is most important to me so that I can focus on getting those things addressed. I am grateful that I do not feel unworthy of my husband. I do not worry daily that some girl will come and steal my man. At least not any of my friends since I tell them all the dirt on him."
By the last week, Mindy's husband hadn't changed a single bit. But Mindy was learning to be thankful for what she had. She continued her journey well beyond the 90 days.
A year and a half passed before her husband had a birthday. On that day, Mindy wrote him a thank you note:
"I am grateful for all the sacrifices you make for our family. I know many of them I don't even see or acknowledge. I used to wonder why the kids laughed so hard with you. In fact, I was even a little jealous at times. But now I see that you are simply their hero. For some time, I was afraid to let you be my hero too, even though the little girl in me wanted it so badly. I just didn't know it. I wanted to force you to prove that you were worthy of being trusted because I wasn't going to allow my heart to be broken. I know you aren't perfect but you are a good man and you ARE my hero. Happy Birthday. Love, Mindy."
Tears streamed down her husbands face as Mindy reached over to squeeze his arm. Mindy decided a while back that life and the world had broken her husband enough. She did not need to add to it. From now on, she was going to work on healing her own wounds as well as tending to his.
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
She knew the answers. She knew the problems. They leaked out of her mouth every time her wounds were stabbed. Every time she was triggered. Every time the emotional burdens overflowed from her insides, boiled up and released through her pressure value. Out came the venom. Out came the nagging.
Mindy hated who she had become. She did not get in this relationship to become the mother to a grown man who refused to mature. Who refused to handle his responsibilities. Who refused to carry his side of the family.
Mindy would go to her friends and bash her husband every chance she got. She wasn't aware of it, but her friends were. Her friends had different responses. "Me too." "Men... typical." "It will change sweetie. Just be patient with him." "When are you going to finally dump that dead weight?"
One day, Mindy heard something from a friend. A challenge. A 90 day challenge. Not another one of these Mindy thought. But for whatever reason, something within her told her that perhaps she would try this challenge. The challenge was simple. Every morning, write down 3 things that she was thankful for that her husband did. Mindy, laughed. This was going to be difficult.
I guess he works. He is here and hasn't abandoned me. He hasn't cheated on me. At least I don't think he has. That jerk, he probably has. That's probably why he is so cold to me. He probably is texting that x-girlfriend of his.
Sigh, Mindy thought. Day one complete.
For the first few days, it was hard to find something to be grateful for that her husband did. She actually had to spend most of the day trying to figure out what she would write the next day.
Mindy was tired of being let down. Her whole life she had been let down. She decided she was never going to allow herself to be hurt again. She would never allow herself to be that vulnerable.
By the time day ten came around, it was actually easier for Mindy to come up with things.
I am grateful for the burdens he carries that I do not even see. I am grateful for his willingness to stay with me despite my terrible attitude. I am grateful that he is able to make the kids laugh. I forgot that he used to make me laugh. Before the kids, before life just became difficult. Why is that? How does he do that?
Mindy was browsing through some books. She still couldn't come up with anything really remarkable about her husband. She was still exhausted each day. But now she was curious about what made him tick. About what she could come up with besides her list.
Mindy noticed in the book store that there was a women's section. It was filled with romance. It was filled with pictures of fathers spending quality time with kids. It was filled with beautiful homes and wedding dresses. Yes! Mindy thought. That is exactly what I want. A beautiful home with my husband actually doing something. A real partnership.
Then, Mindy browsed the men's section. Sports. Ughh. Sailing. Hiking. Mountain climbing. Life stories from famous boxers and quarter backs. Coaches. Hmm. Hero. Bravery. Adventure. Why are men so drawn to that?
Day 30 came along. Mindy was grateful that her husband did not take the job in the city which would have advanced his career but leave less time with the family. Mindy was grateful that her husband did not backlash when she cursed him. Mindy was grateful that he never spoke badly of her when he was with his friends.
Mindy started to the think about some of these things. More and more, she realized, he too had not signed up for this. When they met, her husband had hopes and dreams. He wanted to attack the world. To make it a better place. But Mindy's vision of what a family was, forced him to make sacrifices. Of course, he, like most men was living a life of quiet desperation. And he did it for her. He said it would be okay.
Mindy paused. He did it for her?
Mindy was still angry. She was still bitter. That's why she leaked venom. Where did this come from she thought? But, she started to feel that her husband was already experiencing as much pain as she was. What if he actually wanted to please me? What if he wanted to be my hero? What if he wants that childish adventurous part of him to bring color and laughter in my life but I am getting the way of my own happiness?
Mindy decided to read up on anger. She decided she actually had a real issue with anger. Mindy had never been in the book store so much her entire life. But she figured that someone somewhere had been through her struggles and figured out how to get out of them. And they probably wrote a book about it. So she was determined to work on herself and learn about herself.
Day 63 was ironic and somewhat funny. Mindy wrote, "I am grateful my husband does not do everything I want him to do. It gives me an opportunity to experience things I never would experience doing things my way. It allows me to be challenged. Honestly, my life would probably be boring if we just did things my way. I am grateful my husband is not perfect. I never would have realized I struggle with anger and releasing control. I never would have realized how much my childhood left me afraid to be vulnerable because I didn't believe I could trust people to come through when I needed them. I never would have realized that I need to do a better job of identifying my own needs and communicating them. In fact, I will have to do a better job of clarifying to myself what is most important to me so that I can focus on getting those things addressed. I am grateful that I do not feel unworthy of my husband. I do not worry daily that some girl will come and steal my man. At least not any of my friends since I tell them all the dirt on him."
By the last week, Mindy's husband hadn't changed a single bit. But Mindy was learning to be thankful for what she had. She continued her journey well beyond the 90 days.
A year and a half passed before her husband had a birthday. On that day, Mindy wrote him a thank you note:
"I am grateful for all the sacrifices you make for our family. I know many of them I don't even see or acknowledge. I used to wonder why the kids laughed so hard with you. In fact, I was even a little jealous at times. But now I see that you are simply their hero. For some time, I was afraid to let you be my hero too, even though the little girl in me wanted it so badly. I just didn't know it. I wanted to force you to prove that you were worthy of being trusted because I wasn't going to allow my heart to be broken. I know you aren't perfect but you are a good man and you ARE my hero. Happy Birthday. Love, Mindy."
Tears streamed down her husbands face as Mindy reached over to squeeze his arm. Mindy decided a while back that life and the world had broken her husband enough. She did not need to add to it. From now on, she was going to work on healing her own wounds as well as tending to his.
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
Exploration
What if the world as we know it was not always as it is?
What if the world was flat before it was discovered to be round?
What if dinosaurs didn't exist until we found their bones?
What if Newton's laws did not hold true until he articulated them?
What if micro waves did not exist until their power was harnessed?
What if the atom bomb was not possible until the moment it first blew?
What if wireless technology was simply an ingredient added to an existing creation?
What if water simply did appear out of the thin air on Mars?
What more will we discover and experience yet believe was always there?
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
What if the world was flat before it was discovered to be round?
What if dinosaurs didn't exist until we found their bones?
What if Newton's laws did not hold true until he articulated them?
What if micro waves did not exist until their power was harnessed?
What if the atom bomb was not possible until the moment it first blew?
What if wireless technology was simply an ingredient added to an existing creation?
What if water simply did appear out of the thin air on Mars?
What more will we discover and experience yet believe was always there?
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2015
The Ying and Yang of Life
Women want love
Men want respect
Women are beautiful
Men are powerful
Women experience the emotional
Men experience the physical
Women convey Love
Men convey the Word
Women are prone to judgement
Men are prone to attraction
Women are punished for Adultery
Men are punished for Murder
Women offer grace
Men offer truth
Women embody Water and Air
Men embody Fire and Earth
Women temper Phlegmatic and Sanguine
Men temper Choleric and Melancholy
Women will accommodate or collaborate
Men will fight or take flight
Women demonstrate peace
Men demonstrate passion
Women are gatherers
Men are hunters
Women struggle to obey
Men struggle to forgive
Women are incubators
Men are generators
Women lean toward cleansing
Men lean toward sacrificing
Women are captivating
Men are adventurous
Women are the Water
Men are the Food
...
Scott Izu, PhD
© November 2015
Men want respect
Women are beautiful
Men are powerful
Women experience the emotional
Men experience the physical
Women convey Love
Men convey the Word
Women are prone to judgement
Men are prone to attraction
Women are punished for Adultery
Men are punished for Murder
Women offer grace
Men offer truth
Women embody Water and Air
Men embody Fire and Earth
Women temper Phlegmatic and Sanguine
Men temper Choleric and Melancholy
Women will accommodate or collaborate
Men will fight or take flight
Women demonstrate peace
Men demonstrate passion
Women are gatherers
Men are hunters
Women struggle to obey
Men struggle to forgive
Women are incubators
Men are generators
Women lean toward cleansing
Men lean toward sacrificing
Women are captivating
Men are adventurous
Women are the Water
Men are the Food
...
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