Preamble:
I'm a ghost. Once upon a time I was a monk.
If I were the last man on Earth, I still wouldn't try to reproduce very much.
Imagine it for a moment all by yourself.
You are the last man on Earth.
All women would gladly bear your son or daughter and would eagerly pay
you for their offsprings' care and keep. The Government will help.
Because no other man would bother with them and because Human women
no longer care about their children, human women now think of both Fathers and
their own Children as SLAVES- Paper Chattel, Contracts which are nullified upon
live Berth and a Signature, which the Father can only witness and sign for, but not Attest to
the very same.
The Government knows this and is counting on you to make a difference.
:elbmaerP
And then all at once you catch your breath. There is one thing unspoken among
men which concerns the gravity of our lives. Where, when and how we plant seeds and
the value of our lifes' work. All women think they can ascertain and control this value, and this is how
men entrap women. Women are completely unable to assess their own value without
another woman present. In stark contrast-
A man will say this to himself one day in his old age:
"The more successful I become at breeding in a situation like that,
the greater potential for incest would occur among my posterity, given many generations,
and I might not want this to happen."
This scenario would occur many years after the last man on Earth was already dead and
regretted his contribution to life itself.
In the meantime, future generations of inbred hostility and genetic strife would bring all of
that last standing mans' posterity to an abrupt halt.
This is the inevitable curse of Husbandry. Our mutual and unavoidable singularity as the last
man standing.
A Ghost, if you will, among men.
If GYOW seeks answers to this enigma, let us ask questions and wait to see if women can answer them
correctly such that what they have to offer is more than just a wet hole in a mattress that answers to a
name, or another piece of paperwork to sign or another obligation without due notice.
A woman looked me in the eyes and wanted the ghost of my child.
I already knew what she wanted, "A chattel slave, on paper."
What an unfuckworthy contract.
I was sore afraid to get hard for her.
Why do we Ghost?
Because we can and because we must.
Much respect,
LP