Things are not always as they seem, especially people. Imho this may be because not only are we in the universe; the universe is, even more so.. in us. Our respective existences seem distinctly musical in nature. 'It' is happening, and we along with 'it'. Everything, and every nothing too, we are told, inherently and sometimes loudly announces it's oscillatory, vibratory essence as an uncompartmentalized, wriggling, singing, dancing and deeply melodious whole.

You and I then are both recent arrivals yet ancient, first residents as the atoms comprising our material selves repeatably attest. As millions of years of evolution .. attest. Specialist parents, our ancestors. So attentive, so gentle, so selflessly giving to and dutifully honoring of their, our young, that our own genetic code could shift as evidenced by long delayed physical development and lengthy skill-acquisition traded, ultimately, for a 'swiss-army-knife' organism capable of incredible feats of consciousness even before age-maturity.

Including the gift of zero-insight self-delusion attached, like a silent bodyguard and censor, to our ego-identity.. With far-reaching, often counter-productive feedback, such that many adult humans respond to children as if our newest members were already animated by post-conditioning dysfunction (i.e. as _we_ are, now, usually, unless actively working on our own indoctrinations and deep conditioning towards a more or less integrated identity).


Some find themselves in the unenviable position of disassociating so strongly from their bewildered, harassed, misunderstood, developing self that we can't comfortably relate to our own children, at all, ever. Tragic and so unnecessary *sigh*


Which perhaps makes it more unjust, unfair and unforgiveably dismissive to insist on the (quite recent) custom of arbitrary enclosure and, well .. inconsiderate blanket conditioning of our innocent, open & eager children year after austere, contrived & frantically dreary year until too many become twitching, neurotic messes quite unsuited to parenthood themselves once their traumatized nervous system is released 'into the workforce'. Horror of horrors, our intrepid universe-explorer discovers a babushka-doll of nested artificial-realities: same but different

And all when we could have beem singing and dancing with them while the music was playing..

TL;DR:

Funny old world, innit?